July 2008

the other day jessica brought home this little local paper, ‘yes weekly’. it is definitely aimed at her age group, but I found some interesting bits in it. I like to read dating ads, to see what people are looking for these days.

one of the ads read,

DWM, 52, 5’11”, 185lbs,
homeowner, honest, employed.
Looking for LTR. I enjoy
mountains, beach, flea markets, etc.

could it be ‘loves to rock’, little tiny redhead’ ?

I have figured out most terms, SWM and SWF are pretty self explanatory, but I just don’t know what LTR, PBM, and HM are. although, honestly, I don’t reckon I need to know, now, do I?  after all, I’m a HMWF.


my very own pirate

awhile ago, on friday the 13th, I turned 41.  oh, man, how in the world can I be 41 already?  some days my body feels it, but my mind never does.  it seems like just a couple of years ago that I graduated high school, not 23!

when I was a kid, I loved the birthday attention, but over the last few years (decades) the novelty has worn off.  however, my daughter has inherited my love of celebrations, so she started my birthday off with a bang, literally.

a little after midnight, my bedroom lights came on.  while I was processing this, and trying to figure out what in the world was going on, the smell of gunpowder and loud shots woke me the rest of the way.  I ducked under the covers and apparently said some not nice things ~so they tell me~ and worked up the nerve to open my eyes in the now daylight-bright room.  there, in my cozy little nest, were jessica and rich, pullin’ on party poppers. then they both jumped on me, kissing the fool out of me.

strangely enough, I had difficulty getting back to sleep, and was forced to lay there, reflecting on the last 41 years.  well, there are some foggy ones back in the 80’s that I couldn’t quite pull up, but most of them haven’t been too bad overall.  I can honestly say the last couple have been the best, so I reckon it’s not so awful getting old.  to coin a cliche, it beats the alternative.

I refuse, however, to go lightly into the night.  I’m planning a midlife crisis which may or may not include:  more body ink, a motorcyle, a pool boy, a dodge charger…the list changes frequently.  I’m thinkin’ it’ll hit somewhere around 45. hmm…

the other day my neighbor, patsy, was over visiting. we were discussing her boyfriend ~she’s in her 60’s and he’s got to be 75, so it seems weird to think of him as a boyfriend, but I don’t know what else to call him~ and she was telling me about his daughter. she just left her husband for a woman. apparently patsy knew all along that she was g-a-y because of her appearance.

she went on to say that the daughter always wore jeans, t-shirts and tennis shoes…oh, and she kept her hair in a pony tail all the time. after a brief spell, I looked at rich and he was looking at me. he asked me if I was gonna leave him for a woman. patsy looked a little confused, until rich rich pointed out to her that she had just described me. because, my default setting is jeans and t-shirt. now, I do wear flip flops, not tennis shoes ~unless I’m feeling masochistic and am going for a walk~ but I always have my hair up. it’s just too hot to leave it down.

when I looked at patsy, she just shrugged her shoulders and said, ‘well…’