uk bloke out of communication….

Ok bloke….you are up a creek without a paddle now. It’s just turned midnight in florida and this bloke can’t even well up a onefinger type on the keyboard for 30 seconds….the time it usually takes to write an inane email to an unwitting, gullable, once-hopeful, aging as we speak woman. I mean really. I just wrote all of that in less than 30 seconds. Well, honey. No need for hanging around. What was that song….Oh well I used to love you, but it’s all over now, eh?

He doesn’t even know what he missed. And I’m sure am lucky that he missed it, for I am unscathed by his remiss behavior. His lack of respect for yours truly, his obvious distraction by anyone/anything/shiny objects is foolhardy. (One of the elder, lesser-known of the Hardy Boys) Wish I had them around to help me solve this mystery.

As each minute passes, I wish for no contact, and must now call on my guides, my band for counsel. I must do that now. I can almost understand someone doing this to a younger woman, but look, my friends. I have just turned nearly 60. Well, not quite, but close enough for jazz. This man is 8 years my senior. A player at 65? Good grief. Makes me throw up a little in my mouth.

I’m off to the advice group.

More tomorrow…. it is already tomorrow in florida.

sh_____.

later…………..

UK bloke in Florida

As my Australian friend calls my Englishman the UK bloke, so will I.  The update is that Mr. England….oops the UK bloke…. has finally arrived in Florida from Cumbria in England.  He’s dealing with the matters at hand, then will travel to Sacramento to meet yours truly.  I actually don’t know how I actually feel at this moment, because I seem to be ………  that was written way back when………………………

Today is February 8th.

Still haven’t seen hide nor hair of the UK bloke.  My pottery teacher actually took my cell phone from me the other day in order to call him and tell him just what he was missing.  Of course he didn’t answer, so she left a voice mail extolling my virtues. 

His response came in an email to me: “You don’t need anyone to speak for you.  You are your own advertisement.”  Huh…. didn’t laugh, nothing.

For about the last month, I have struggled to well up enthusiasm and emotion relative to this guy.  His email involvement has dropped off, and so has mine.  The phone calls …………. it’s been 2 weeks since the last one from either end of the U.S.  He is a water horse in the Chinese zodiac.  Gets enthused about something, gets bored…….. gets enthused again, gets bored, moves on…………. ad infinitum.

It bores me to write about it.  Must come back later and finish these thoughts.

Later……………………