Month: January 2018
Dating Conversation…
Dating Conversation…
It might seem silly. It might seem trite. It might seem irrelevant.
But IT. IS. REAL
THIS is dating today for those of us 50+.
Me: Hi
Him: I apologize for the late “Hi”. (2 emojis)
Him; a bit later …”.hereeeee”
Me: Sorry…been pretty busy…(relevant details that an adult faces, children, elderly parents etc) Oh, and I don’t do major Spartan Races, or that sort of thing…It looks like it’s a requirement for a relationship….so…well, I think I’m out!…
Him: All good! Not looking for a partner for Spartan Races, just someone to watch me jump the “fire line” (what the hell is that??)…(OH, [swoon…gag-o-rama])
Him 2 days later: Plans for Saturday?
Me: How are you?
Him: You seem too busy …I’ve asked you questions and and all you say is how are you…what gives?
Me: I was actually driving [and quickly responded to apease you] (In my head I said that)….. But I wanted to answer your questions. I am a very busy person, but isn’t that better than someone who is completely bored with their life…and has nothing else to focus on??? I have exciting projects coming up!
Him: I’m excited for you…but seriously, I’m busy too..no excuses. You only communicate every 3 days and most men expect you to communicate every day. At least to find out how we are…When would you find time to be with me? Why are you even on this site? You don’t even have time for a relationship!…Unless of course you are only seeking a physical relationship….I’m just as busy as you are…Don’t say it isn’t so. just saying. It only takes a minute to (declare your undying love-give me a f’ing break) say hello…or to ask how was your day…
Me: (Nothing…cuz at this point, and for real before that, I am SOOOO done.)
Him: I am no longer interested.
Me: hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha
I don’t think he even realized that by saying he wasn’t interested (after I ignored him), that he was ACTUALLY saying he was interested….hahhaahahhaahahahahaha
Good night…
Like I give a F@%*
Is . It. Time. ?.
That is ALWAYS the question when contemplating things that we are in question of. (damn, I refuted my rule that I wouldn’t violate the English language…never end a sentence in preposition).
Is it time:
-to get a (new) tattoo?
-to stay out all night like you are in college?
-to have a one night stand?
-to stay home and clean out your closets?
-to go to sleep?
-to dance until the dawn?
-to quit your job….hmmmm…?
Is. It Time.?.
Is . It. Time. ?.
That is ALWAYS the question when contemplating things that we are in question of. (damn, I refuted my rule that I wouldn’t violate the English language…never end a sentence in preposition).
Is it time:
-to get a (new) tattoo?
-to stay out all night like you are in college?
-to have a one night stand?
-to stay home and clean out your closets?
-to go to sleep?
-to dance until the dawn?
-to quit your job….hmmmm…?
Is. It Time.?.
It might be MY bacon year…
6 degrees of Carol’s bacon-separation…
I swear, it seems over the years, that there isn’t anyone that doesn’t know someone that knows someone who knows someone who I know and who knows me and who either loves, likes or hates me and who I either love, like or hate. Take a breath…seriously.
Ironically, or not, I despise bacon as such. Not THE Kevin Bacon, you understand. The smell, the taste, the name…just everything about bacon, but my life resembles the BACON PRINCIPLE.
It’s a tad terrifying. Is that a sign? I think not. Bacon is not the metaphor for my comparison. But the Bacon Principle alone. And, I am pretty sure I almost stand alone in my dislike and almost hatred of the fried and cured pig.
When you live in a place for a great number of years, and you have a business that connects people through its association, you will, inevitably, know someone who knows someone…well, you know…
In closing, my statement is:
We are not alone. We are not singular. We are not anonymous. We are here. We are real. We are seen, loved, known, forgotten, ignored, dismissed, admired, judged, envied, belied, abused, revered, praised, exhausted…and so on…
WE. ARE.
That’s all. and that’s everything.
Fur the love of god!
my mother the queen! yes, she shall be queen always!
By now, if you read my last post, you’d realize that my mother is an angel. And as such, this angel is also a queen. The queen of almost everything. And as the queen of everything, she possesses this quality that allows her to do just about anything she likes with absolutely no repercussions. EVERYONE who meets her, LOVES her. She is almost 90, but somehow manages to solicit dates from men my age, and received yet another proposal on NYE from a man 30 years her junior.
We speak by phone every day. This is mandatory. And each day she usually tells me something I already know, but nonetheless, I enjoy it since she tells most stories with great panache. So, today, it goes like this…”I needed the garbage cans brought back to the house (yes, she does this and many other things, which I believe keeps her so young and…
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Adios Amigo!
Still true…still relevant
We’re all coming and going at some point…but you know, 
the going is great!
Like expirations on the milk in your fridge, sometimes you just have to throw out that milk even though the carton is still almost full. You hate to because it seems like a waste. You bought the milk thinking you’d drink it all, but time passed, you were busy and you forgot about it and THEN, “Oh, No!!” , the damn thing expired. You could put it in some recipe, but then you say, when am I going to bake or cook ANYTHING with old milk…and you know no one else will drink it…so out it goes…much like marriage.
Strange segue…but it is very fitting. Marriage, after a time, is like that milk. First of all, I really don’t like milk at all. (again a relevant comparison). You know you should dispense with it, but it feels…
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unconditional
via unconditional
unconditional
adjective. without conditions or limitations;
if those who would love unconditionally were true, these principles would be also true. that is true for familial, romantic and platonic relationships.
i am confused as to the difference. unconditionality is universal for all that are loved.
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