Dating

Tried the Sierra Club in my twenties. Everyone was 30 years older.   Fast forward to Boulder, Colorado.  I looked everywhere for hikers and rarely did I see single men. Couples, families, ladies.   Well, actually, I did see one single guy, but he was a former snowboarder and hiking with a cane in a full leg cast. Or should I say limping?  Talk about die-hards.  And, he couldn't have been north of 25.   A dear friend joined a hiking club and met her husband. They were both in sexually limiting relationships and were able to hike off most of the frustration so by the time they met and started dating, each came with a clean slate.  So I'm looking for that. 

In the second phone call, before meeting, he talks about the future.  SCARY. Why does this feel uncomfortable?  Because it's manipulative and women don't like to feel manipulated. Or men, for that matter.  If you're gonna manipulate, make it invisible. Because he's living in a fantasy, a hypothetical of sorts.  We hadn't even met yet and he's already talking about an exclusive relationship.  "Say, for example, you and I hit it off and become boyfriend/girlfriend..." "Slow down my friend," I said playfully. And I never saw him.  He actually stood me up for a dinner date that he insisted on having. Was even willing to drive an hour to see me. Loved that. But I didn't love some other things about our two very long conversations.  So here's the takeaway,  listen for dialogue.  If he's monologuing and not politely asking questions about you, your likes and passions, it's all about him and it'll likely always will ...

I signed up for acting class. Why?  To improve my memory.  Well, that's only partially true.  I did it because I love acting. It's fun. What's there not to like being in the moment and reacting?  Listening skills.  It also improves that.  So my reasons are tri-fold.  I didn't do it to get a man because I had one and I will say this about taking a class, he didn't like it. "Why?" I questioned. "The other students will like you," he confirmed.  "But they're young enough to be my offspring."  "Alright then, the teacher will like you."  So I figure either way it's a good thing for a gal to take classes.  Either you'll find a husband (depending on your age) or your guy bumps up his game in fear of losing you. And, maybe you'll learn a thing or two.

After a trip to the local mountains with altitudes up to 7,000 ft, my tires were dangerously low as was my hope to ever find a man who would love me enough to drive to see me. (That's a future post.) I never look at my tires, but something told me to that fine December morning. And sure enough, they were low as low could get without calling a tow truck.  I might write a post about how to woo a tow truck driver, but then again I might not. It was only one tire that was really low, which I found odd.  As if God was creating this opportunity to drive a different direction that day. Why weren't both rear tires low, or all four?  I drove the same way I always had up and back from the mountains.  Weird. Do I drove to the nearest gas station and spent a few moments searching beyond the gas pumps to where the water and air were located.  I hoped this would be a full-service station, but I had to take what I could get.  Haven't pumped air into my tires in year...

Recently I was advised of a dating tip to " get a dog and walk it ."  Then I told a friend and she said that's how she met her husband - by walking her dogs.  Gave me hope. I've been walking dogs for decades and never have I once met a man.  I've met a handful of married men, but none single or attractive enough for me to want eye contact.  Yet, I remain open because apparently, this is a time-tested way to finding the husband of my dreams. This morning it was raining steadily.  I pulled out Fido's raingear, and my own, and headed down the outside stairs.  No men in sight. Yet.  Pretended to enjoy the rain while noticing Fido constantly shake it off her neck and head.  No makeup.  Hair everywhere.  Cold.  Determined to make this quick. We finally got in our poo and four pees.  No men. Are men afraid of rain?

I just have some editing on my book then BAM, it's out to get published.  Meanwhile, I've more blogging to do.  So what do you want to hear?  The good, bad or the ugly?  A little of all three, maybe? STAY POSITIVE.   I know it's impossible after she showed up in a size 16 or he four inches shorter.  Or, he asks you to pay for half the meal when the bill comes.  One of you is late 30 minutes and you're hungry.  Or even worse, one of you flatulates inadvertently. But you must remain jovial and positive.  No one likes a negative thinker or someone holding on to a love that was over long ago.  If you don't deal with past resentments, that shit will spill out in the weirdest places, strange ways and the most inopportune times. Believe me! There is someone for everyone. The more you do things that put a smile on your face, the higher the odds you'll find yourself with that certain person you thought you'd never find at that pl...