There’s nothing like hearing those words above from a bloke who’s known you about 10 minutes. That’s the norm for some of the dating websites, and other sites which will here remain anonymous! As for me, I hate it with a greater amount of passion than I ever thought possible. And I can get quite passionate!
I am on my final landing after the past year and a half of flying all over the universe, stopping for fuel here and there, and finding out that men have issues. Yes, they do…. the silly creatures. I sit here today, feeling so good, listening to the…. what the heck is that? Oh, it’s the gardener using the edging machine. Why do they have to do the metal to concrete thing anyway? Is that their only way of knowing that they are in the right place. Do a woman’s moans indicate you’re in the right place, or merely tell the man to keep going — you’re on the right track, or as many women have indicated to me about mens’ intelligence where friction is concerned…. I’m getting tired of this, so I’ll moan a bit and he’ll think I’m satisfied and maybe he’ll go away.
I am amazed at the number of women who desire no intimacy with their husbands/partners/boyfriends. Isn’t that part of the deal? Please tell me it is, for part of what I’ve searched for these past months is someone with whom I desire intimacy…. someone whose body smells good au natural….. someone who will take me to places as yet unknown to me – and I don’t mean Katmandu or New Zealand.
I feel a bit of an edge to my words this morning. Perhaps it is appropriate that the gardener is using the edger right now.
Try as I might, the 12 men I have met in the past 4 weeks have driven me nearly round the bend. This is not an exercise in futility. This is an exercise for me to see myself for who I am, for what I desire, what I think I desire, and what I think I deserve. Boy has that changed in the past few weeks. Yes, I am looking for the silver lining…. for that full plate…..
You know what I have discovered? Ok folks, here it is in living, loving black and white….
IT’S OK TO BE ON MY OWN, SINGULAR (as my best friend calls it), HAPPY, COMFORTABLE, AT PEACE WITHIN MYSELF.
Whew…that’s a big one.
Of course, that doesn’t preclude the fact that if that lovely landscape architect from San Juan Capistrano ever came to my door I would most likely melt and run together at the sight of him in person. Or the yummy guy from the north of England whose nether regions make chills run up and down my spine, and for that matter his witticisms and craziness and laughter!
Oh no, ladies and gentlemen, I am still open for business, just not the online “dating” sites. I have separated myself from all 5 or 6 that once had me as a solid, embroiled member. No more alerts that I have a wink from Tubaruba69, or an email from butchieinakron telling me that he loves me just by looking at the photos and reading my profile. A year and a half ago, I would have fallen for that. I didn’t even give in recently when I had an email from a guy who couldn’t spell, who emailed me that he had just “bot to new pilos and a matrus pad” so that when I came to visit, I’d be comfortable in his bed. Ho hum. It’s enough to turn a woman into a celibate recluse.
Perhaps one day, instead of B.A., M.M. following my name, it will be C.R. – less wear and tear on the nether regions – but I fear if I continue to feel as I do today, it will be H.C.R. (horny celibate recluse).
For now, give me a pile of fabric and a pair of scissors, for I am bound for the fabric studio to make headway on my newest commission.
Huzzah and all that rot!!
That’s my story and I’m sticking to it. For today.
later……….
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