Hello, and welcome to my 100th post.
I’m going to resist the urge to honor myself with a retrospective of my *best* or *favorite* posts. I know that some of my musings were decent, and some of them were crap. But, much like good children and bad, most have a mother who loves them.
My best friend called me last week; she wants to set me up with a friend of a friend. All she could tell me was that the man in question made a good living for himself, and was out of town on business quite a bit. Now, normally hearing that a fella has a sizeable bank account and isn’t around too much would bring upon a case of the vapors that would leave me weak-kneed and frothing at the mouth. But, at present, I’m on a dating hiatus – a much needed one, if you are astute enough to pick up on the bitter tone in my typing. I’m not cruel enough of a person to subject some poor guy to issues that have nothing to do with him. So I’ve given my friend a soft ‘No’, and told her to check back with me in a month’s time. I’m sure he’ll be snatched up by then, though – she sent me his photo and, Yum-O. Rich, largely absent, and HOT. He’s the American Dream.
I dated two men immediately after my breakup with Jack and, while both were nice guys who I think I could have liked had I been in the right frame of mind, I wasn’t in that right frame. Pretending that I was in the game wasn’t fair to those who were playing it with me. I decided that, until the body is completely cold and I’ve buried with it all those memories – good and bad – I’m staying on the bench. It’s best for everyone, really. I’m just hoping that my mourning doesn’t bleed into the off season. I’d like to get out there and play again – and SOON. If I wait too long, I fear I may forget which team I’m on.
Tomorrow is my 85th birthday. Hurrah! I must admit, I do look fantastic for my age. I’d give the hottest of the Golden Girls a run for her denture money. I don’t get carded anymore, and sales clerks and waiters have taken to calling me ‘Ma’am’, but that’s fine. So far, most of my assets still hover around their target area and I remember most of what occurs throughout the day. This octagenarian is still kicking, yo.
Have a lovely Monday, Lovelies.