While My Guitar Gently Sleeps

I decided to take some black and whites of my guitar tonight...yes I am bored and it's been raining for what seems like weeks so nothing oustide to snap except standing water. I couldn't believe how dusty it was. Of course it would be less dusty if I picked it up every once in awhile. I don't play. I started to learn to play about 15 years ago. I bought a nice Washburn from a percussionist I knew and played harp with. It was tougher that I thought. I didn't quite play till my fingers bled as Bryan Adams recommended, but I came close. I was dating/living with my first real girlfriend- or what passed for a relationship. The strings weren't sharp (and frankly neither was my girlfriend). She thought it would be a nice present to have my guitar restrung with more professional strings, and so without telling me, she took it from the house and it "was stolen out of her car". I put that in quotations because, looking back on it, I'm not unconvinced she didn't hock the thing- but alas I have no proof- just misgivings as it were...about a lot of things. My hands aren't built for the guitar. I have stubby fingers on the ends of my meaty paws. My hands are built more for pic-i-nick baskets and mauling Rangers with BooBoo...but I'm smarter than the average bear (I think) and I was learning to maneuver my digits over the frets pretty well before "the stealing" took place. With my heart broken, in more ways than one, I never picked up another guitar. My dreams of rock stardom eroding with my hairline. I had long hair back then. Hell, I HAD haird back then. I lost a guitar, a girl, and hair...I'm starting to sound like a country song. Anyway flash forward to a few years ago and I've got a new girl but even less hair- and no guitar. She buys me this one for our first Christmas as a married couple because she'd heard the story, saw the tears, bought the t-shirt... She was so excited to give it to me and it was sort of sad when she learned that she had accidentally given me the Christmas list to use to get presents for our families, not realizing that she had 'Ron-Guitar' written on it...she cried. I pick it up every once in a while, but it's always out of tune when I feel like picking at it, and by the time I've gone upstairs, pulled up the chord finder and tuned the thing...well the moment has passed. I keep thinking I'll take a class, or buy a book and learn the play...and maybe I will. I hope it doesn't fall into the 'someday' classification like 'someday I'll lose weight' or 'someday I'll take over the world' or God forbid 'someday the Cubs will win the World Series' Still it's a very pretty guitar. And it's black like Johnny Cash's so if'n I ever shoot a man in Reno just to watch him die I'll have a head start. For now I'll just hang my head and cry.