So, the OneDateWondergirl was out to have a second date…finally!! Not sure why all the first dates ended in just one, maybe I wasn’t ready to open up and let myself be vulnerable to a second. I could find a million plus one excuses why the guy wouldn’t make it past the first date, or maybe he decided I wouldn’t make it past. Either way, I had experienced a great first date months back and was happy to be going on a second with someone I wanted to know more of.
When Bret called to ask if I would like to go for a Sunday ride on his motorcycle, I have to admit I was a little nervous. It had been a long time since I had been on motorcycle and my knowledge of how to’s and what’s were minimal to almost none. It was a beautiful Spring day, but I recognized with the wind and nothing to block it, I might want to put a few more clothes on than shorts, a t-shirt and tennis shoes. I kept thinking back to the days of trying to learn to shoot pool at the biker bar on Wednesday nights and what the ladies were wearing who rolled in on bikes…simple, but casual and comfortable. Bret arrived to agree with my choice of clothing: jeans, boots and a shirt with a jacket. Nothing fancy for dress, just casual and comfortable like the other girls I took note of.
Bret’s idea was to go through the rules of riding as a passenger. As he explained the do’s and don’ts of riding, he wasn’t in the least overbearing in tone nor did he lose patience when having to repeat himself. I felt totally open and at ease in expressing my lack of knowledge in this arena, but the more he talked about riding, the more comfortable and relaxed I was. He described the plan: we would take a bit of time through the neighborhood for me to get use to turns and stops, then go out onto the main road for a small ride. If I was uncomfortable or scared, we could venture back to my place and he would continue on to meet up with his friends for a ride together. If I liked the short trip, I was welcome to carry on and ride with him for the afternoon. The friends would be taking some back roads, grab a bite to eat and then return home by sunset.
As I nervously got on the bike, I was coached on how to get on properly. Yes, this was a new experience for sure…not like getting on a horse, but still an ungraceful approach from my point of view. Bret just smiled and patiently explained how relaxing and trusting him would make it a more enjoyable ride. Somehow with those words, I just let go of control and let the beginning unfold to what would be. As we left my driveway into the streets, I was amazed at the comfort of the bike. The seat was soft leather, even heated. There were speakers playing an ipod favorites choice and as I wrapped my arms around his waist loosely, I had a comfort unlike any other. My fears were dissipating and I was out to enjoy the new journey of the open road, wind in my hair and even the bugs crashing into my face-extra protein Bret explained.
The neighborhood ride was smooth and easy. I learned to turn with him and just go naturally with the flow. As we ventured onto the main road, we went a little faster. It was exhilarating!! The feel of the wind against my skin, holding tightly, but not too tightly, to Bret was more enjoyment than I thought it would be. I’m certain that within the first fifteen minutes of our ride, Bret realized I was really enjoying myself. Just seeing his smile as we were riding assured me that he was enjoying it as much as I. When he asked if I was comfortable, I don’t think the full question was finished exiting his breath as I answered “absolutely!” There was no doubt I was ready for the long, day trip out on the open road.
Off we went to join up with his friends. We met at their house so that all could go off on the journey together. The friends were amazing! All were welcoming and even somewhat jovial as to the new rider and her first impressions. Of course, I didn’t mind the interest and enjoyed the talk of the seasoned riders and their stories of previous day trips, fun times and laughs along the way from days before. I felt a welcome into a day of comfort and ease not at all expected; yes, I was pleasantly surprised at my enjoyment of something so new and different from my “norm”. A friend once joked me that I wouldn’t know fun if it bit me in the butt, however, this was experiencing a whole new kind of fun…and I liked it!
No fewer than eight bikes headed out to the open road, chasing the day of fields, farms and winding roads. We left the city streets for the country and what most days I didn’t pay attention to while driving in the confounds of a car, were now becoming memories of different senses and smells I became acutely aware of as the wind brushed against our bodies while riding the motorcycle. The feelings were so unlike any I had ever known before. I was completely secure with Bret driving and the comfort of the ride was something I wasn’t prepared for mentally. I felt open. Just as earlier in the day trying it out for the first time in the neighborhood, I could see a smile on Bret’s face that he was also enjoying the ride and the company. I was shaping up to be a good passenger for this road trip. Of course, I had a good teacher to tell me the right ways to be a passenger.
When we stopped for lunch and a stretch, everyone enjoyed sharing the journey. I was reminded of an old saying: happiness is found in the journey, not the destination. How true this was and so appropriate for this day. As we all had our big burgers and fries with many other bikers in a small stop made for moments like this, I was having the time of my life! It may not have been anything to anyone else there, but to me it was the best day: simple and perfect! In my mind, life at this moment couldn’t get any better.
As we left the little lunch spot, all decided to go different ways. Bret and I would be heading back towards my place while the others were going to venture further out. Bret and I journeyed through the winding roads listening to music, laughing and trying to talk against the wind. As I tried to combat the wind to hear him, my helmet would bump his and he would just smile. I would readjust and then a few minutes later, it would happen again. Finally we made it towards the main roads and he asked if I would like to continue.
I didn’t want the day to end, but the sun was starting to set and I knew that eventually it would set on this experience. Bret decided we would “chase the sunset” and head onto the highway, go a little faster and have a little more fun before ending the day. As we pulled onto the on ramp, the sun was perfectly poised over the highway. The sky was changing colors, blue with light pinks blending and streaking. There were a few white clouds scattered about, but magnificent paintings only imaginable as the pallet of natural beauty was unfolding before our eyes. The picturesque scene is one that isn’t necessary to have photographed: it’s there in the mental pictures, snapshots of a moment in time. As the sun continued to set, the sky colors changed, increasing in different shades of now almost purples blending with blues and pinks. There were golden rays through the white, billowed clouds. As we passed one particular area, I noticed the kites flying on a hillside. There were many people enjoying the Spring day. It was perfect in every way!
But, as they say: all good things must come to an end. So, this day was no different. As the skies began to succumb to sunset, we ventured towards my house. Bret pulled into the driveway after our near silent ride back. I was on sensory overload and ready to resume the role of motherhood. I had enjoyed immensely the chase and would have a memory unlike any other. I’m certain it wasn’t scripted or planned by Bret, but some of the best things in life aren’t planned. We said our good bye’s and I thanked him for the ride. Yes, the date, the day, the companion, and the journey was great: and, the sun had set.
Friday, May 28, 2010
Friday, May 21, 2010
So you gotta car...
After an earlier yet disastrous first date and my walk out, I met this guy Richard who, for whatever reason, decided to hone in on me like a missile on a target getting ready to blow up at a locals beach pub. We talked on and off through the night, as I mingled and he continued to always come back to me. Eventually he cut to the chase, asking for my number. What the heck…I know I don’t know him and just met him, but if I were to experience this dating thing after divorce, I would need to take some risks and see where it goes. He looked decent enough, wearing a pair of jeans and a white shirt of some blend with a casual look, but maybe even a bit of flair with an onyx ring on the right hand. I don’t know many guys sporting rings other than college rings, but this one was different and certainly noticeable.
A few days later, an unknown number called my cell phone. I decided not to answer it but send to voice mail. Later that night, I checked my messages to hear Richard saying he enjoyed meeting me and would like me to call him back. It was a simple, but to the point message. I didn’t return the call until the next day, only to hear he was not available to talk but asked if he could call back later. Sure, whatever. Wasn’t holding my asthmatic breath, but if he called, I would probably answer now that I know who the number belongs to. Later that night he called and we talked real briefly. He asked me out for the Friday night upcoming and I agreed. Pretty easy, quick and painless. This was not as hard as I thought, meeting guys and going out thing. Mom was right, I can do this!
Friday came and he offered to pick me up. Well, I have this rule about people coming to my house and picking me up: it’s just a “what not to do” for me. I don’t like people to know where I live, subjecting my children in any way to potential dates or even letting them know I am dating around. Their welfare and protection is my top priority. My private life is VERY private and any dates just aren’t welcome until I get to know them. My philosophy has always been: if someone wants to screw me over, I’m an adult and can handle it, but my kids…no way! Oops, got off track; back to the date! So, we met at a meeting place midway and decided to go in his car.
His car…oh my! I wasn’t even sure what it was, but knew just by design it was n..i..c..e or these days they say PHAT! When I entered the passenger side, the interior was suede, soft leather and absolutely immaculate. As we started out towards the restaurant, it began to rain. Richard was telling me all about his car. It was a real sports car, custom designed and ordered for him, only a few on the East Coast like it. He explains he is a real car enthusiast and spends most of his free time and money playing with his car, cleaning it and continuing to customize it. Even has had it featured in a few magazines and just is overjoyed by it’s power. I confess, although not catholic as mentioned before, it really was impressive! As he shifted gears from the red light, we took off like a rocket! We were at 86 miles per hour in just two blocks! Wow! It was crazy! Plus, it was luxury nice! Then he told me the price…holy crap, Batman! That’s almost three times my annual salary!!
We arrived at the restaurant and by now the rain was coming down harder than before. He began to freak out about how he couldn’t believe he had his car out in this weather. It’s just a car, I was thinking. No, it was not just a car in his eyes. This was his baby! His pride and joy! And, she was getting water spots, rain debris and dirt splashes from the road. A little freaky, but we all have our passion. Dinner was nice, but the conversation totally revolved around his car. How he had spent x amount of dollars on trading out the tires, adding Pirelli’s and custom hub cabs and even the little center emblem of the tires was changed out…on a car! Crazy! I didn’t really understand any of it, except that it costs a lot and that’s where he spends most of his time, tinkering with “her” in the evening hours. Well, that’s not such a bad hobby, I guess. Every body has their thing and this is his. No kids to shuffle to and from sports events, work functions, but a hobby of making sure the car is clean and just as it came off the showroom or production floor. Things could be worse, right? His hobby could be 12 oz. curls and a bar; plus, he could drive a beat up Chevy with a bungee cord holding the passenger door on!
After dinner, he decided we might want to drive to an outdoor bar/ band area to enjoy the beach or at least go dancing and hang out. But, wait, it was raining still…remember? As I got into the car, he cringed…out loud I heard him say, “There’s dirt on my floor mats!” Of course there’s dirt! I walked across the parking lot and got in; I don’t have wings and certainly can’t fly-I have two legs and I walk! Neither did I take off my shoes to enter the car as the sign in Hawaii at the door to friends home suggested “Mahalo for removing your shoes!” It was a car and I stepped in to sit and go to the next place. Nope…I had brought dirt in. Oh, crap! Now, I’m in trouble. As he is trying to brush the dirt off, with rain still pouring down, I couldn’t help but think he was for sure neurotic about his car and too much so for me. I take good care of my car, a nice one at that, but I am not obsessive about it. I tote the kids to and from their events, toss work stuff and golf clubs in the back, no weird smell inside and no leftover Mickey D’s or coffee cups floating about. Every now and then I clean it myself and can be somewhat OCD about getting the stray dog hair out of the carpet or dirt from the all weather mats. But, not like this. Why bring the car out if you know it’s going to rain and you aren’t going to be comfortable with this? I’m a simple girl and as the song goes: “so, you gotta’ car…that don’t impress me much!-No, oh no!”…”That won’t keep me warm in the middle of the night…” For sure!
So, I asked if he would just take me to my car and we would call it a night. He announced he really didn’t want to drive all the way across town to where my car was parked. He didn’t want to get his car any dirtier than it already was in the rain. Finally, his idea unfolded and was verbalized: “you can just stay at my place and I will take you back in the morning.” What kind of girl do you think I am? I just met you and…no..I’m not staying at your place! Well, he continued to come up with brilliant plans: I could just sleep on the couch or he would even give up his bed. “Don’t you want to be my girlfriend?” he asked. I quickly answered a big fat “No! I just met you and I’m not so sure I even like you!-for real!!” Dig deeper, buddy! I just want to go home to my house and that hole you are digging is getting deeper and deeper the more you talk! And by the way, no you aren’t invited to my house either! You can sleep with your car tonight and for the rest of your life, as far as I’m concerned.
I pressed even harder: take me to my car, or be a real man maybe for once in your life, or at least a gentleman, and call me a taxi. Your choice, but either way, I am going home-to my house and alone! After much deliberation, and seeing that I was really over the whole car thing and not going to do anything with him tonight or ever, he drove me to my car. I said a quick good-night, waved a polite “see ya, wouldn’t want to be ya” good bye, got in my rain soaked car, shoes on and all weather mats on the floor. Oh the comfort of my car-I’m back in the driver’s seat!
A few days later, an unknown number called my cell phone. I decided not to answer it but send to voice mail. Later that night, I checked my messages to hear Richard saying he enjoyed meeting me and would like me to call him back. It was a simple, but to the point message. I didn’t return the call until the next day, only to hear he was not available to talk but asked if he could call back later. Sure, whatever. Wasn’t holding my asthmatic breath, but if he called, I would probably answer now that I know who the number belongs to. Later that night he called and we talked real briefly. He asked me out for the Friday night upcoming and I agreed. Pretty easy, quick and painless. This was not as hard as I thought, meeting guys and going out thing. Mom was right, I can do this!
Friday came and he offered to pick me up. Well, I have this rule about people coming to my house and picking me up: it’s just a “what not to do” for me. I don’t like people to know where I live, subjecting my children in any way to potential dates or even letting them know I am dating around. Their welfare and protection is my top priority. My private life is VERY private and any dates just aren’t welcome until I get to know them. My philosophy has always been: if someone wants to screw me over, I’m an adult and can handle it, but my kids…no way! Oops, got off track; back to the date! So, we met at a meeting place midway and decided to go in his car.
His car…oh my! I wasn’t even sure what it was, but knew just by design it was n..i..c..e or these days they say PHAT! When I entered the passenger side, the interior was suede, soft leather and absolutely immaculate. As we started out towards the restaurant, it began to rain. Richard was telling me all about his car. It was a real sports car, custom designed and ordered for him, only a few on the East Coast like it. He explains he is a real car enthusiast and spends most of his free time and money playing with his car, cleaning it and continuing to customize it. Even has had it featured in a few magazines and just is overjoyed by it’s power. I confess, although not catholic as mentioned before, it really was impressive! As he shifted gears from the red light, we took off like a rocket! We were at 86 miles per hour in just two blocks! Wow! It was crazy! Plus, it was luxury nice! Then he told me the price…holy crap, Batman! That’s almost three times my annual salary!!
We arrived at the restaurant and by now the rain was coming down harder than before. He began to freak out about how he couldn’t believe he had his car out in this weather. It’s just a car, I was thinking. No, it was not just a car in his eyes. This was his baby! His pride and joy! And, she was getting water spots, rain debris and dirt splashes from the road. A little freaky, but we all have our passion. Dinner was nice, but the conversation totally revolved around his car. How he had spent x amount of dollars on trading out the tires, adding Pirelli’s and custom hub cabs and even the little center emblem of the tires was changed out…on a car! Crazy! I didn’t really understand any of it, except that it costs a lot and that’s where he spends most of his time, tinkering with “her” in the evening hours. Well, that’s not such a bad hobby, I guess. Every body has their thing and this is his. No kids to shuffle to and from sports events, work functions, but a hobby of making sure the car is clean and just as it came off the showroom or production floor. Things could be worse, right? His hobby could be 12 oz. curls and a bar; plus, he could drive a beat up Chevy with a bungee cord holding the passenger door on!
After dinner, he decided we might want to drive to an outdoor bar/ band area to enjoy the beach or at least go dancing and hang out. But, wait, it was raining still…remember? As I got into the car, he cringed…out loud I heard him say, “There’s dirt on my floor mats!” Of course there’s dirt! I walked across the parking lot and got in; I don’t have wings and certainly can’t fly-I have two legs and I walk! Neither did I take off my shoes to enter the car as the sign in Hawaii at the door to friends home suggested “Mahalo for removing your shoes!” It was a car and I stepped in to sit and go to the next place. Nope…I had brought dirt in. Oh, crap! Now, I’m in trouble. As he is trying to brush the dirt off, with rain still pouring down, I couldn’t help but think he was for sure neurotic about his car and too much so for me. I take good care of my car, a nice one at that, but I am not obsessive about it. I tote the kids to and from their events, toss work stuff and golf clubs in the back, no weird smell inside and no leftover Mickey D’s or coffee cups floating about. Every now and then I clean it myself and can be somewhat OCD about getting the stray dog hair out of the carpet or dirt from the all weather mats. But, not like this. Why bring the car out if you know it’s going to rain and you aren’t going to be comfortable with this? I’m a simple girl and as the song goes: “so, you gotta’ car…that don’t impress me much!-No, oh no!”…”That won’t keep me warm in the middle of the night…” For sure!
So, I asked if he would just take me to my car and we would call it a night. He announced he really didn’t want to drive all the way across town to where my car was parked. He didn’t want to get his car any dirtier than it already was in the rain. Finally, his idea unfolded and was verbalized: “you can just stay at my place and I will take you back in the morning.” What kind of girl do you think I am? I just met you and…no..I’m not staying at your place! Well, he continued to come up with brilliant plans: I could just sleep on the couch or he would even give up his bed. “Don’t you want to be my girlfriend?” he asked. I quickly answered a big fat “No! I just met you and I’m not so sure I even like you!-for real!!” Dig deeper, buddy! I just want to go home to my house and that hole you are digging is getting deeper and deeper the more you talk! And by the way, no you aren’t invited to my house either! You can sleep with your car tonight and for the rest of your life, as far as I’m concerned.
I pressed even harder: take me to my car, or be a real man maybe for once in your life, or at least a gentleman, and call me a taxi. Your choice, but either way, I am going home-to my house and alone! After much deliberation, and seeing that I was really over the whole car thing and not going to do anything with him tonight or ever, he drove me to my car. I said a quick good-night, waved a polite “see ya, wouldn’t want to be ya” good bye, got in my rain soaked car, shoes on and all weather mats on the floor. Oh the comfort of my car-I’m back in the driver’s seat!
Friday, May 14, 2010
Trick or Treat...
For a gal who never really gets into Halloween, this year was going to be different! I would finally venture out into the world as a complete unknown for the night in full costume and have some fun! No need to worry about who I am with or going solo because this year I have a party pal to take to the party too!
The whole costume idea came about when I was with this guy friend that I was seeing off and on. As we were talking about his excessive schedule and travel for work, he mentioned that he just did not have time to keep up with the housework and chores of maintaining a home…what he really needed was a maid. Hmmm…now there’s an idea! I knew that we had an invitation to a costume party and meeting up with some of my friends for the night. For the first time they would be meeting this guy who I had taken a liking to and could not stop talking about.
As the week went on, I searched and searched for the perfect maid costume. I tried the “tricks and treat” store for adults, but that costume was…how shall I say: a “little” too much for me. My girlfriend, Sara, who we were going to the party with, suggested I try the open only in October stores. PERFECT!! I found her: the French maid costume complete with feather duster-how cute!! No need to try on, just buy it off the shelf, in the pretty plastic pack. Better get a large, Sara shared, as these are always smaller than what you think, missy! She is way more into Halloween than I, but this year I’m going to get into it too! Oh yeah don’t forget the fish net stockings! Great… costume purchased, now get a wig! I settled on a blond, long wig with beautiful highlights…a total opposite to my normal short brown style.
Trying to raise the excitement level and anticipation for the guy, I decided to take the cover out of the package, write a note and place it under the windshield of his car parked in long term parking at the airport on Thursday night. He would arrive Friday to see that yes..there is a party plan for sure for Halloween…yes, wow! trick or treat!!:-)
Halloween morning arrived and I had a pretty busy day planned. I would be golfing that morning with my normal golf buddy at my home course and then later that evening I would be joining Sara and Mike for the costume party. Sara was anxiously awaiting an introduction to Taylor. As the golf day went on Sara kept calling asking times to meet, logistics finalizing and had I heard anything from Taylor? No, but I am sure he will make it. We had talked about it, he got the photo thing and I’ll let you know as soon as I hear anything. I kept on playing golf, my partner getting a bit concerned that my party plans might just be unraveling as the hours passed and still no response from the party companion. My golf game was somewhat interrupted most of the morning with Sara continuing to call, text and ask questions that I truly didn’t have the answers to. After the front nine, I turned off my phone! DJ was so thankful-I think I saw him skipping up the fairway!!:-)
I returned home from a GREAT day of golf to jump into the pool and relax a little before changing into costume. I still hadn’t heard a word from Taylor. No response to text, left a voice message, but again no response. By this time, I had clued into this may not work out like I had planned in my head. I had to come up with an alternative plan, but wasn’t really sure. What I really wanted to do was go to the party with Taylor, wearing my maid costume-a play on our previous discussion and let him see another fun side of me. But, the realities might just be otherwise.
Well, after my swim and shower, I put on my costume and called my ever so faithful golf buddy and invited myself to his party. Yep, desperate times had called for desperate measures! I had to develop a plan B to go with since plan A was obviously not happening. As I was dressed and ready to head out the door, I finally got a text from Taylor: not feeling well, staying home tonight. Have fun at the party. Hmmm….is this the “trick” in trick or treat?
To say I was disappointed was quite an understatement, but I wasn’t going to let that ruin my night. I was going out in full costume, blond wig, feather duster and all as planned, minus Taylor! There was one slight glitch in the costume, however, which I am certain would have been fine for some, but not me: the costume’s skirt showed all the “girl stuff” even with the fish nets. A quick stop at Walmart for some black, shaper shorts (not what you think) would be perfect. Whew, now I feel better and ready to face the world!!
DJ had decided we should go to his Halloween party and meet up with his friends.If Sara and Mike wanted to join us later, they would be welcomed. Sara began ranting on the phone when I finally called to tell her I had drafted a Plan B for the night. WTF-(not where’s the fire, in this case!)you got ditched on Halloween?!! OMG..she went on and on.Okay, okay, I get it!! Don’t make it any worse than it already is. Let’s just try to move on and forget about it, please!!
Off DJ and I went to the open air beach party at a locals hang out. It was truly a beautiful night at the beach! DJ’s pubic party place had no fewer than several hundred- all in costume having a blast! Surprisingly there was only one maid at the costume party: me! I had scored a real hit with this costume idea this year! With such a smashing costume, many offers for drinks were given…and taken!! I guess one could say to some degree, I was drowning the ditching dilemma down and truly trying to forget about it one way or another.
At some point in the night, Batman had entered the scene. He looked at me and decided I would be the target for getting to know and enjoy. Poor DJ observed the swooping and made a warning bell ring- DING!DING! as Batman approached, offering to buy me a drink. Not having anything to lose and not really caring at this point, I accepted yet another drink offer. DJ and I talked to Batman and his crew for sometime and escaped to mingle with others throughout the party. Sara and Mike finally showed up and we all had lots of laughs. I had almost forgotten I was on Plan B for the night.
Later that evening, I was dancing with Batman…shaking the total groove thing without a care in the world. Sara and Mike had left, the party participants excelled in numbers and it was standing room only outside under the night sky. DJ doesn’t drink at all ever, so he continued to observe the maid cautiously with round two through whatever. Rarely do I drink more than one glass of wine or cocktail, but rarely do I get ditched, or make party plans at Halloween, etc. At some point, I ended up cornered by Batman talking to me privately. Thankfully, DJ came to my rescue and asked if I was ready to go. Without hesitation, I said “yes” and we headed home for the night. I was thankful for the rescue and realized quite quickly that going home now would be the best bet for all involved, especially the maid!!
The drive home was uneventful, a mere blur of conversation and thankfulness for a designated driver. DJ politely walked me to my door and helped me inside. Thank God for real friends who are there at your lowest times, when reality hits you in the face and you are trying to make sense out of something senseless. No, there was no praying to the porcelain God with “Bob” my pillow by my side, just a crashing into my Hilton bed! This Halloween was now a real “trick” not a “treat" in my book of memories post divorce. Regardless of beverages consumed, the sobering reality of the night could not be minimized.
And Batman, you wonder…whatever happened with him? A few days after Halloween I received a text message: “Bat cave needs cleaning, can I make an appointment?” I was mortified…I don’t even remember giving out my phone number! A quick reply “No. maid comes to town once a year.” Now, there’s a real “TRICK OR TREAT!!" candy corn and all!
The whole costume idea came about when I was with this guy friend that I was seeing off and on. As we were talking about his excessive schedule and travel for work, he mentioned that he just did not have time to keep up with the housework and chores of maintaining a home…what he really needed was a maid. Hmmm…now there’s an idea! I knew that we had an invitation to a costume party and meeting up with some of my friends for the night. For the first time they would be meeting this guy who I had taken a liking to and could not stop talking about.
As the week went on, I searched and searched for the perfect maid costume. I tried the “tricks and treat” store for adults, but that costume was…how shall I say: a “little” too much for me. My girlfriend, Sara, who we were going to the party with, suggested I try the open only in October stores. PERFECT!! I found her: the French maid costume complete with feather duster-how cute!! No need to try on, just buy it off the shelf, in the pretty plastic pack. Better get a large, Sara shared, as these are always smaller than what you think, missy! She is way more into Halloween than I, but this year I’m going to get into it too! Oh yeah don’t forget the fish net stockings! Great… costume purchased, now get a wig! I settled on a blond, long wig with beautiful highlights…a total opposite to my normal short brown style.
Trying to raise the excitement level and anticipation for the guy, I decided to take the cover out of the package, write a note and place it under the windshield of his car parked in long term parking at the airport on Thursday night. He would arrive Friday to see that yes..there is a party plan for sure for Halloween…yes, wow! trick or treat!!:-)
Halloween morning arrived and I had a pretty busy day planned. I would be golfing that morning with my normal golf buddy at my home course and then later that evening I would be joining Sara and Mike for the costume party. Sara was anxiously awaiting an introduction to Taylor. As the golf day went on Sara kept calling asking times to meet, logistics finalizing and had I heard anything from Taylor? No, but I am sure he will make it. We had talked about it, he got the photo thing and I’ll let you know as soon as I hear anything. I kept on playing golf, my partner getting a bit concerned that my party plans might just be unraveling as the hours passed and still no response from the party companion. My golf game was somewhat interrupted most of the morning with Sara continuing to call, text and ask questions that I truly didn’t have the answers to. After the front nine, I turned off my phone! DJ was so thankful-I think I saw him skipping up the fairway!!:-)
I returned home from a GREAT day of golf to jump into the pool and relax a little before changing into costume. I still hadn’t heard a word from Taylor. No response to text, left a voice message, but again no response. By this time, I had clued into this may not work out like I had planned in my head. I had to come up with an alternative plan, but wasn’t really sure. What I really wanted to do was go to the party with Taylor, wearing my maid costume-a play on our previous discussion and let him see another fun side of me. But, the realities might just be otherwise.
Well, after my swim and shower, I put on my costume and called my ever so faithful golf buddy and invited myself to his party. Yep, desperate times had called for desperate measures! I had to develop a plan B to go with since plan A was obviously not happening. As I was dressed and ready to head out the door, I finally got a text from Taylor: not feeling well, staying home tonight. Have fun at the party. Hmmm….is this the “trick” in trick or treat?
To say I was disappointed was quite an understatement, but I wasn’t going to let that ruin my night. I was going out in full costume, blond wig, feather duster and all as planned, minus Taylor! There was one slight glitch in the costume, however, which I am certain would have been fine for some, but not me: the costume’s skirt showed all the “girl stuff” even with the fish nets. A quick stop at Walmart for some black, shaper shorts (not what you think) would be perfect. Whew, now I feel better and ready to face the world!!
DJ had decided we should go to his Halloween party and meet up with his friends.If Sara and Mike wanted to join us later, they would be welcomed. Sara began ranting on the phone when I finally called to tell her I had drafted a Plan B for the night. WTF-(not where’s the fire, in this case!)you got ditched on Halloween?!! OMG..she went on and on.Okay, okay, I get it!! Don’t make it any worse than it already is. Let’s just try to move on and forget about it, please!!
Off DJ and I went to the open air beach party at a locals hang out. It was truly a beautiful night at the beach! DJ’s pubic party place had no fewer than several hundred- all in costume having a blast! Surprisingly there was only one maid at the costume party: me! I had scored a real hit with this costume idea this year! With such a smashing costume, many offers for drinks were given…and taken!! I guess one could say to some degree, I was drowning the ditching dilemma down and truly trying to forget about it one way or another.
At some point in the night, Batman had entered the scene. He looked at me and decided I would be the target for getting to know and enjoy. Poor DJ observed the swooping and made a warning bell ring- DING!DING! as Batman approached, offering to buy me a drink. Not having anything to lose and not really caring at this point, I accepted yet another drink offer. DJ and I talked to Batman and his crew for sometime and escaped to mingle with others throughout the party. Sara and Mike finally showed up and we all had lots of laughs. I had almost forgotten I was on Plan B for the night.
Later that evening, I was dancing with Batman…shaking the total groove thing without a care in the world. Sara and Mike had left, the party participants excelled in numbers and it was standing room only outside under the night sky. DJ doesn’t drink at all ever, so he continued to observe the maid cautiously with round two through whatever. Rarely do I drink more than one glass of wine or cocktail, but rarely do I get ditched, or make party plans at Halloween, etc. At some point, I ended up cornered by Batman talking to me privately. Thankfully, DJ came to my rescue and asked if I was ready to go. Without hesitation, I said “yes” and we headed home for the night. I was thankful for the rescue and realized quite quickly that going home now would be the best bet for all involved, especially the maid!!
The drive home was uneventful, a mere blur of conversation and thankfulness for a designated driver. DJ politely walked me to my door and helped me inside. Thank God for real friends who are there at your lowest times, when reality hits you in the face and you are trying to make sense out of something senseless. No, there was no praying to the porcelain God with “Bob” my pillow by my side, just a crashing into my Hilton bed! This Halloween was now a real “trick” not a “treat" in my book of memories post divorce. Regardless of beverages consumed, the sobering reality of the night could not be minimized.
And Batman, you wonder…whatever happened with him? A few days after Halloween I received a text message: “Bat cave needs cleaning, can I make an appointment?” I was mortified…I don’t even remember giving out my phone number! A quick reply “No. maid comes to town once a year.” Now, there’s a real “TRICK OR TREAT!!" candy corn and all!
Friday, May 7, 2010
winging it...
There comes a time or cycle in the dating after divorce where you hit the pity party slump and realize that your pillow has now become your bedmate. You've named him "Bob" because he has no arms or legs, doesn't complain if you steal the covers or even snore...Yes, pretty pathetic I know. So, in the slump you try everything out there: the dating services, the friends, the on line stuff...it's like you are on a mission. Well, I had hit that slump or bump and I was going to go for it all!
I joined an online dating service that was pretty exclusive and had a limited pool of members who all shared one common interest: they enjoyed keeping fit! No, not 12 oz curls daily or running to the toilet, but really keeping fit. My routine had consisted of biking, golfing and yoga so I considered myself fit and worthy of membership...paid, of course!! It wasn't like the match or plentyof fish site with a fresh meat hanging in the market feel or photos that were years old or even trying to figure out if these guys were who they said they were. No, this was real and the photos of member, answers to the profile questions told the truth. So, I was happy to join and have someone else do some of the filtering for me. Life is short and might as well try every avenue, right?
So, a few weeks into this online thing I had a message from a guy Matt saying he liked my profile and picture...yeah, yeah, yeah...you and everyone else who has responded. Thanks...be original!! But, he looked somewhat familar. Do I know you? Maybe we have met? I'm not sure because in my job I meet lots of people and I am almost positive we have met. Okay, just keep it simple and respond back politely. Done.
Later that very week the dating service called and asked if I could do dinner say Thursday night with an architect, Matt, age 43, divorced and 2 children. Are you serious? I think that's the same guy I have been sent the message from the online site. How coincidental is that? Well, not believing in coincidences or the fickle finger of fate, but the hand of God I felt this must be a sign!! Sure, maybe I am suppose to really meet this guy! The arrangements were made to meet and possibly dine at a posh wine bar/ restaurant near the ocean front. I had been there only once before but had a nice time there with the friends.
I arrived before Matt and placed myself at the bar with some really fun folks gathering after five. No, I didn't know any of them but had already accepted the invitation if things didn't work out with Matt, I could join their party! GREAT!! Matt was casually late and looked exactly like his photo. A runners physique for sure, tall and thin with a nice smile. We decided to grab a table where it would be more intimate for getting to know one another. Matt truly was just what he stated in his profile. I could tell from our first few minutes, he was exactly a no bull or flowering, fluffing the stuff kindof guy. Black and white...no grey!
So as the waitress came to take our drink order, I asked for a nice glass of pinot noir. Matt, on the other hand, asked for a Miller Light. WHAT? We are at a wine bar/ restaurant...posh at that...and you order a Miller Light!Oh my...I think this could be an arising issue. The little waitress was taken aback, like me, and said she would see if they had them. She politely returned to announce they were sold out...yeah right, they don't even stock that!! She asked for an alternative and he said a Budweiser. Holy crap...you went from low to lower on the beer totem pole. I'm not a beer snob, wine snob, or drink snob at all but I have learned a little bit of what not to do. When in Rome? Ever heard of that one Matt? Nope, he kept on with the cheap, domestic stuff.
As if that weren't bad enough, but managable, we proceeded to peruse the menu and decide what appetizer to endulge in for the evening. No, we would not be sharing and no, I'm not feeding you and you aren't feeding me. I decided a she crap soup would be nice and a few pita slices with humus would do just fine. Matt, however, decided on chicken wings. OMG...are you serious? You ordered a cheap a*s beer and now chicken wings!! Why didn't you just suggest Hooters? They have exactly what you like..cheap beer, chicken wings and even half dressed women for dessert!! Friends, we have just crashed!!
I tried to endure the remainder of the night, listening to his fly-fishing stories, this and that. To be quite honest, I don't think I was tuned in at all...I think I was just eating my soup, half way listening and wishing I could ditch this guy and go hang out at the bar with those folks who really were interesting!! My one hour time was nearly up with Matt and I was ready for the check! Our little waitress came over to settle up and wish us well for the night. As she handed Matt the bill, he asked "How do you want to handle this?" I said I would be happy to pay for my drink and appetizers. He suggested we split the bill in half. Looking back that seems generous of him to some degree, but I was thinking "NO WAY AM I PAYING FOR HALF YOUR CHEAP A*S BEER AND CHICKEN WINGS!!"
The night was a total lead balloon!! So much for winging it...now this has a whole new meaning!!:-)
I joined an online dating service that was pretty exclusive and had a limited pool of members who all shared one common interest: they enjoyed keeping fit! No, not 12 oz curls daily or running to the toilet, but really keeping fit. My routine had consisted of biking, golfing and yoga so I considered myself fit and worthy of membership...paid, of course!! It wasn't like the match or plentyof fish site with a fresh meat hanging in the market feel or photos that were years old or even trying to figure out if these guys were who they said they were. No, this was real and the photos of member, answers to the profile questions told the truth. So, I was happy to join and have someone else do some of the filtering for me. Life is short and might as well try every avenue, right?
So, a few weeks into this online thing I had a message from a guy Matt saying he liked my profile and picture...yeah, yeah, yeah...you and everyone else who has responded. Thanks...be original!! But, he looked somewhat familar. Do I know you? Maybe we have met? I'm not sure because in my job I meet lots of people and I am almost positive we have met. Okay, just keep it simple and respond back politely. Done.
Later that very week the dating service called and asked if I could do dinner say Thursday night with an architect, Matt, age 43, divorced and 2 children. Are you serious? I think that's the same guy I have been sent the message from the online site. How coincidental is that? Well, not believing in coincidences or the fickle finger of fate, but the hand of God I felt this must be a sign!! Sure, maybe I am suppose to really meet this guy! The arrangements were made to meet and possibly dine at a posh wine bar/ restaurant near the ocean front. I had been there only once before but had a nice time there with the friends.
I arrived before Matt and placed myself at the bar with some really fun folks gathering after five. No, I didn't know any of them but had already accepted the invitation if things didn't work out with Matt, I could join their party! GREAT!! Matt was casually late and looked exactly like his photo. A runners physique for sure, tall and thin with a nice smile. We decided to grab a table where it would be more intimate for getting to know one another. Matt truly was just what he stated in his profile. I could tell from our first few minutes, he was exactly a no bull or flowering, fluffing the stuff kindof guy. Black and white...no grey!
So as the waitress came to take our drink order, I asked for a nice glass of pinot noir. Matt, on the other hand, asked for a Miller Light. WHAT? We are at a wine bar/ restaurant...posh at that...and you order a Miller Light!Oh my...I think this could be an arising issue. The little waitress was taken aback, like me, and said she would see if they had them. She politely returned to announce they were sold out...yeah right, they don't even stock that!! She asked for an alternative and he said a Budweiser. Holy crap...you went from low to lower on the beer totem pole. I'm not a beer snob, wine snob, or drink snob at all but I have learned a little bit of what not to do. When in Rome? Ever heard of that one Matt? Nope, he kept on with the cheap, domestic stuff.
As if that weren't bad enough, but managable, we proceeded to peruse the menu and decide what appetizer to endulge in for the evening. No, we would not be sharing and no, I'm not feeding you and you aren't feeding me. I decided a she crap soup would be nice and a few pita slices with humus would do just fine. Matt, however, decided on chicken wings. OMG...are you serious? You ordered a cheap a*s beer and now chicken wings!! Why didn't you just suggest Hooters? They have exactly what you like..cheap beer, chicken wings and even half dressed women for dessert!! Friends, we have just crashed!!
I tried to endure the remainder of the night, listening to his fly-fishing stories, this and that. To be quite honest, I don't think I was tuned in at all...I think I was just eating my soup, half way listening and wishing I could ditch this guy and go hang out at the bar with those folks who really were interesting!! My one hour time was nearly up with Matt and I was ready for the check! Our little waitress came over to settle up and wish us well for the night. As she handed Matt the bill, he asked "How do you want to handle this?" I said I would be happy to pay for my drink and appetizers. He suggested we split the bill in half. Looking back that seems generous of him to some degree, but I was thinking "NO WAY AM I PAYING FOR HALF YOUR CHEAP A*S BEER AND CHICKEN WINGS!!"
The night was a total lead balloon!! So much for winging it...now this has a whole new meaning!!:-)
Saturday, May 1, 2010
First impressions...
Well, here's the start of something wonderful and wild to share...my wild side...:-)
I am certain that in the past postings, all would think I'm somewhat conservative and wouldn't know FUN if it bit me in the butt, however...I have been somewhat adventuresome since my break of writing and publishing stories. I have nothing to lose, but possibly gaining if I just let my short hair down and experience life as never before. Live, love, laugh as if there's no tomorrow, right? SO, ready or not...here comes the sharing, all truth and nothing but the truth...and laughter!!
I had met this guy Rick from a friend of a friend. We were all suppose to go out for a meet and greet/ dinner one night. My friend is a professional woman who works with Rick in the banking industry and thought we may enjoy meeting one another, then go from there. As previously written, I had been on numerous one dates with set ups from both friends and the professional dating service, even taken some time out to date exclusively, but was open now for new opportunities....why not?
We arrived at the meeting spot only to learn that my friend had decided plan b was a better alternative. (where have I experienced that before-GREAT!!) So, here I sat with Mr.rick for the night, Mr. right now, trying to fill in blanks, left to my own devices. However, I was really impressed by his asking on the first call "what do you know about me?" Seriously, I know NOTHING about you...except for your first name...I don't even know your last name!! What do you know about me? I asked. Same response...WHEW!! We were the blind leading the blind...let's see how much fun we can have with this one?? You tell me what you want me to know and I will do the same!! Clean slate to build on! I like it!!
And, as if that wasn't good enough, Rick proceeded to tell me that he had his children two nights a week and every other weekend...I couldn't possibly be priority one for him because they were priority one! Hmmm...a gold star moment because without a doubt you can't be priority one for me either! I made a promise to two little ones long before I met you, even though they aren't that little now! WOW!! Is this too good to be true? First impression is a pretty darn good one!!
We talked on through the night and after several hours, a bottle of wine shared and many oh wow moments...we have the same thoughts on many things..., we decided we should plan another outing on our own agenda and liking. Sure, sounds GREAT!! I really like this winging it thing! Thanks Michele, you knew what you were doing when you bailed out and left me alone to fend for myself with Rick!! I sure hope your plan b worked out as well as mine did!!:-)
For a few weeks, Rick and I exchanged text messages, emails, phone calls and such. There was a connection there that I hadn't experienced since my walls were raised after heartbreak. I was very vulnerable, but sensing from Rick that he wasn't interested in a long and drawn out ordeal, just out for fun to see where today might lead and if there even is a tomorrow, go from there. The ol' one day at a time philosophy was totally his style and he was teaching me to be the same, even more than what I thought I had grasped before. So, we settled on a night when he wouldn't have his kids and I wouldn't have mine. PERFECT!!
So, where should I meet you?, I asked the day before trying to get all the logistics in order. (Yes, type A planner enters the scene momentarily!!) Oh, can we meet at my place so I can let the dog out? Hmmm...is there a baited fishing line out there? Will I bite or pass it up? Sure, I will bite...why not? Okay, so where do you live? Oh, just about 15 minutes from your office but half way from from mine. I can let the dog out and we can go from there. Okay, sounds great!!
The next morning I had gone in and out of my closet trying to figure out the perfect evening attire. I had come to the conclusion that jeans and a nice blouse with sassy pumps would do the best, Either way of any outfit, I would be covering up with a coat. But, I still wasn't sure exactly what the party plans were for the evening after work, so I decided to call at lunch to see what we were suppose to do and if what I had picked out would work. I didn't get an answer to my phone call at mid day, but instead was sent to voice mail...SH*T now what?? I am in my suit for the day, a change of clothes ready, but still clueless as to the party plans for the night. What if I totally have the wrong outfit picked out!!??!! WTF-where's the fire?:-)
At nearly 3pm I got a text message that said: "TRENCHCOAT". nothing else, just that one little word. WHAT? I don't even own one!! All I have is a short Tommy, black rain coat at home, and a pink long rain coat still hanging in the closet...NO FREAKIN' way am I showing up in that!! Plus, I don't even have time to run home and get it!! What if I get into a car accident along the way? Mom always said have good, clean panties on just in case...but what if you have none? For the record, it was not raining that cold mid-winter day and I had only my winter coat a scarf, suit and those pretty panties with the sassy shoes to pair with my jeans!!
But, he had no idea who he was dealing with...For the first time in a long time, he raised the bar unlike any other, threw a dare card out there on the table and I was so thinking...you have no idea who I am or who you are dealing with!! I can beat that!! So, let's take a walk on the wild side, my friend, ready or not: here I come!:-) As I undressed at the stop sign, I was praying seriously that none of the neighbors would be out because I was about to do something I had never done before, and really didn't want to get arrested tonight, tomorrow or ever for trying something new. But, I was not going to let some guy throw a dare out there that I would bypass as a strike...no! This chic is not striking out...but, yes, striking out to hit a freakin home run!! I showed up at the front door, nearly fifty degrees at most in my scarf, matching pink panties and bra with my sassy shoes...NOTHING ELSE!! Yep, you read right...there's a first time for everything!! Yes, it was quite cold and no, there were no neighbors around!! And, yes, he invited me in...THANK GOD!!
To say he was shocked is I guess an understatement. But, I figured I had nothing to lose. I had made a pretty good first impression, as did he, on that first meeting. Now, let's see what you are really made of!! He raised the flag, I stood at attention and we would go from there!!First impressions count for a lot...you only get 7 seconds in reality, so make it count and make that statement that lasts...even if with no words!!:-)
I am certain that in the past postings, all would think I'm somewhat conservative and wouldn't know FUN if it bit me in the butt, however...I have been somewhat adventuresome since my break of writing and publishing stories. I have nothing to lose, but possibly gaining if I just let my short hair down and experience life as never before. Live, love, laugh as if there's no tomorrow, right? SO, ready or not...here comes the sharing, all truth and nothing but the truth...and laughter!!
I had met this guy Rick from a friend of a friend. We were all suppose to go out for a meet and greet/ dinner one night. My friend is a professional woman who works with Rick in the banking industry and thought we may enjoy meeting one another, then go from there. As previously written, I had been on numerous one dates with set ups from both friends and the professional dating service, even taken some time out to date exclusively, but was open now for new opportunities....why not?
We arrived at the meeting spot only to learn that my friend had decided plan b was a better alternative. (where have I experienced that before-GREAT!!) So, here I sat with Mr.rick for the night, Mr. right now, trying to fill in blanks, left to my own devices. However, I was really impressed by his asking on the first call "what do you know about me?" Seriously, I know NOTHING about you...except for your first name...I don't even know your last name!! What do you know about me? I asked. Same response...WHEW!! We were the blind leading the blind...let's see how much fun we can have with this one?? You tell me what you want me to know and I will do the same!! Clean slate to build on! I like it!!
And, as if that wasn't good enough, Rick proceeded to tell me that he had his children two nights a week and every other weekend...I couldn't possibly be priority one for him because they were priority one! Hmmm...a gold star moment because without a doubt you can't be priority one for me either! I made a promise to two little ones long before I met you, even though they aren't that little now! WOW!! Is this too good to be true? First impression is a pretty darn good one!!
We talked on through the night and after several hours, a bottle of wine shared and many oh wow moments...we have the same thoughts on many things..., we decided we should plan another outing on our own agenda and liking. Sure, sounds GREAT!! I really like this winging it thing! Thanks Michele, you knew what you were doing when you bailed out and left me alone to fend for myself with Rick!! I sure hope your plan b worked out as well as mine did!!:-)
For a few weeks, Rick and I exchanged text messages, emails, phone calls and such. There was a connection there that I hadn't experienced since my walls were raised after heartbreak. I was very vulnerable, but sensing from Rick that he wasn't interested in a long and drawn out ordeal, just out for fun to see where today might lead and if there even is a tomorrow, go from there. The ol' one day at a time philosophy was totally his style and he was teaching me to be the same, even more than what I thought I had grasped before. So, we settled on a night when he wouldn't have his kids and I wouldn't have mine. PERFECT!!
So, where should I meet you?, I asked the day before trying to get all the logistics in order. (Yes, type A planner enters the scene momentarily!!) Oh, can we meet at my place so I can let the dog out? Hmmm...is there a baited fishing line out there? Will I bite or pass it up? Sure, I will bite...why not? Okay, so where do you live? Oh, just about 15 minutes from your office but half way from from mine. I can let the dog out and we can go from there. Okay, sounds great!!
The next morning I had gone in and out of my closet trying to figure out the perfect evening attire. I had come to the conclusion that jeans and a nice blouse with sassy pumps would do the best, Either way of any outfit, I would be covering up with a coat. But, I still wasn't sure exactly what the party plans were for the evening after work, so I decided to call at lunch to see what we were suppose to do and if what I had picked out would work. I didn't get an answer to my phone call at mid day, but instead was sent to voice mail...SH*T now what?? I am in my suit for the day, a change of clothes ready, but still clueless as to the party plans for the night. What if I totally have the wrong outfit picked out!!??!! WTF-where's the fire?:-)
At nearly 3pm I got a text message that said: "TRENCHCOAT". nothing else, just that one little word. WHAT? I don't even own one!! All I have is a short Tommy, black rain coat at home, and a pink long rain coat still hanging in the closet...NO FREAKIN' way am I showing up in that!! Plus, I don't even have time to run home and get it!! What if I get into a car accident along the way? Mom always said have good, clean panties on just in case...but what if you have none? For the record, it was not raining that cold mid-winter day and I had only my winter coat a scarf, suit and those pretty panties with the sassy shoes to pair with my jeans!!
But, he had no idea who he was dealing with...For the first time in a long time, he raised the bar unlike any other, threw a dare card out there on the table and I was so thinking...you have no idea who I am or who you are dealing with!! I can beat that!! So, let's take a walk on the wild side, my friend, ready or not: here I come!:-) As I undressed at the stop sign, I was praying seriously that none of the neighbors would be out because I was about to do something I had never done before, and really didn't want to get arrested tonight, tomorrow or ever for trying something new. But, I was not going to let some guy throw a dare out there that I would bypass as a strike...no! This chic is not striking out...but, yes, striking out to hit a freakin home run!! I showed up at the front door, nearly fifty degrees at most in my scarf, matching pink panties and bra with my sassy shoes...NOTHING ELSE!! Yep, you read right...there's a first time for everything!! Yes, it was quite cold and no, there were no neighbors around!! And, yes, he invited me in...THANK GOD!!
To say he was shocked is I guess an understatement. But, I figured I had nothing to lose. I had made a pretty good first impression, as did he, on that first meeting. Now, let's see what you are really made of!! He raised the flag, I stood at attention and we would go from there!!First impressions count for a lot...you only get 7 seconds in reality, so make it count and make that statement that lasts...even if with no words!!:-)
Update
Okay, so after four months of chasing down publishers, trying to get an e-book going, I decided to "truck all of that" and re-start the blog...that was/ is so much easier!!:-) Afterall, I am a mom, work a real job and do have a life...which I have decided is too good not to share-encouraged of course by some really good friends!!
Yes, I have picked up the dating thing again, deciding to let my short hair down with only one life to live. Yes, I have hit a few bumps along the way like in any journey, but feel it somewhat therapeutic to share...purging of a different level!:-) And, no, the craziness has not ceased, but I have joined in on the fun. I don't do well with drama, life has a way of bringing that on it's own naturally, but have really enjoyed taking a walk on the wild side...if you will.
Truth be told to all those who really care, I dated someone exclusively, the great date number one mentioned previously in postings, for about a good five months. It has since ended many months ago and we are now just friends, mutual respect for one another and a learning experience for sure. A close friend once shared with me to never let something that made you smile, fill your heart with gladness creep toward regret...so true. I am blessed for all that I learned through that process and am so thankful for the experience...yes, lucky me for loving unconditionally as if I had no tomorrow, had never been hurt before, and all that other self motivativing b.s. that comes from picking your broken heart off the ground!!
Thanks for plugging back into my adventures in dating after divorce. As always, I appreciate your sharing and laughing with me...who cares if at me..:-)
I hope you enjoy the postings to come!
OneDateWonderGirl:-)
Yes, I have picked up the dating thing again, deciding to let my short hair down with only one life to live. Yes, I have hit a few bumps along the way like in any journey, but feel it somewhat therapeutic to share...purging of a different level!:-) And, no, the craziness has not ceased, but I have joined in on the fun. I don't do well with drama, life has a way of bringing that on it's own naturally, but have really enjoyed taking a walk on the wild side...if you will.
Truth be told to all those who really care, I dated someone exclusively, the great date number one mentioned previously in postings, for about a good five months. It has since ended many months ago and we are now just friends, mutual respect for one another and a learning experience for sure. A close friend once shared with me to never let something that made you smile, fill your heart with gladness creep toward regret...so true. I am blessed for all that I learned through that process and am so thankful for the experience...yes, lucky me for loving unconditionally as if I had no tomorrow, had never been hurt before, and all that other self motivativing b.s. that comes from picking your broken heart off the ground!!
Thanks for plugging back into my adventures in dating after divorce. As always, I appreciate your sharing and laughing with me...who cares if at me..:-)
I hope you enjoy the postings to come!
OneDateWonderGirl:-)
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