That's the story of, that's the glory of

Most people have met mothers whose child is perfect. Now imagine being the little brother of the perfect child, especially if that older brother was not only perfect, but sixteen years older. He is not just perfection. He is aged to perfection!

His mother's memory has rubbed all the rough places smooth, erased the wrinkles, and embellished the shiny spots. He was not a child whose walking was delayed- he chose not to walk until he knew he wouldn't fall down -- perfection!

For eighteen years the little brother was fighting a losing battle. How can anyone compete with a mythical creature who never really existed? And woe to the one who also has a touch of attention deficit disorder. Every less than great thing he does, or is part of, is immediately over shadowed by an edited memory of his super brother. And every flaw is proof that he will never be the memory his brother has plated in gold.

That little brother breathes a sigh of relief when he flies the less than cozy nest and looks around for role models. Unfortunately one of those role models was a fictional one born in the sixties by movies like Bob, Carol, Ted and Alice, a movie that was first and foremost just that, a movie. And a movie that did not follow up with the real life consequences of a man who is healthy, wealthy and forever unwise.

A man who needs the constant affirmations from every woman, especially young woman, he comes into contact with, can never be faithful to the one woman who truly loves him. He doesn't believe he's lovable, so he doesn't truly value her love.

He goes through life making an ass of himself in front of every waitress, flight attendant, store clerk, office girl and woman on the street, thinking he is being debonair and charming while hurting the woman who stands by him, knowing who he is, night and day.

Until she doesn't.

And then he moves on, unable to believe it has anything to do with him, he searches for new adventures that will ultimately end up the same way.

That's the story of, that's the glory of . . . living life off of a faulty script.