“It is wise to master your self, but it is wiser to leave a few rogue thoughts, some few doubts, and some loose ends. It is into the wild and unfinished places that we can grow.” ―
I have so many posts started, on topics such as “How to break up with a friend”, “Do I really need a pap smear every year?”, and everything else in between.
I start writing about something and go off to do something else. By the time I get back to it, hours or days later, it doesn’t feel fresh anymore. That topic is not at the forefront of my mind anymore.
I don’t want to serve you guys anything stale 🙂 So it is pretty much your fault lol
Perhaps I should get back to all those drafts and either finish it and post it, or just delete it. I may be on to something here. I have drafts from when this blog started in 2012.
“I keep turning over new leaves, and spoiling them, as I used to spoil my copybooks; and I make so many beginnings there never will be an end. (Jo March)” ―
Moving on for now. I continue my streak of canceled dates. If it is not one thing, it is another. Mostly it seems that it is becoming harder to actually schedule a date. Everyone wants to talk on the phone, then becomes all confused about meeting up.
I guess I am growing impatient in my old age 🙂 I want someone that will take charge and not be wishy-washy. I want someone that will be direct and make plans. Plans that actually take into account that I am a woman, and that this is our first meeting.
Lately, I feel I am getting all the lazy guys. If they can’t drive 30 minutes to see me now, what kind of effort will they put into the relationship?
Where are all those guys that drove over 1 hour to see me?
oh, yeah, I remember… I didn’t like them in person. 😦
“Too lazy to peel fresh? You don’t deserve to eat garlic.” ―
The last guy that went bust, last week, after we had decided on a Friday night date, wrote me: “You don’t mind coming to Harlem, do you?
Sure (eye rolling), I would love to go to Harlem on a Saturday night to meet someone for the first time! I am sure there are great places in Harlem, but also scary ones too if you don’t know where you are going.
I wrote back: “Actually, I do mind.” He never replied again.
That was easy! That shows his level of interest to begin with.
In the meantime, life has been so busy with work, mosaics, friends, gym again, and learning French. Yes, I am going to parle Français once and for all.
I am not discouraged from dating. Everything in life ebbs and flows.
“I want to see you.
Know your voice.
Recognize you when you
first come ’round the corner.
Sense your scent when I come
into a room you’ve just left.
Know the lift of your heel,
the glide of your foot.
Become familiar with the way
you purse your lips
then let them part,
just the slightest bit,
when I lean in to your space
and kiss you.
I want to know the joy
of how you whisper
― Mawlana Jalal-al-Din Rumi