Things that make me go "hhhmmmmmm" - Part II

For as long as I can remember, I have studied people. Most especially the correlation between their words and actions. What I have learned is that when the words and actions do not match, always go by the actions.

When people from a social networking site such as Facebook, MeetUp.com or such and list interests such as "meeting new people, exploring the city, etc." but block off contact options, don't list a picture or much info about themselves, it makes me wonder just who they are and what game they are playing.
I am not out to judge, but rather, understand what it is about actually going out and meeting someone new that scares them so? Have we become so isolated and cocooned that we don't know how to interact anymore without a keyboard in front of us?

I also have a hard time understanding the younger set. The twentysomethings that are all about instant gratification and have relatively little or no integrity. They talk a great game, but seldom have the goods to back it up. It often appears that they learned their social skills from watching television and depending on the sitcom of choice, their social interaction varies from amusing to downright hillbilly.

The "boomerangs" are also an interesting phenomenon. They are the ones that made initial contact, showed enthusiasm and had no follow through, so I tossed them away. Then they contact me again after months, or even a year or more sometimes with stuff like "I was busy before, but now I have time to hang out with you". Oh my!! How lucky can a girl get?? (Too bad you can't see me rolling my eyes). Honestly, not to be arrogant, but did they really believe that someone like me would stay on the shelf for whenever they got around to spending time with me? Why do they choose to confuse "Friends With Benefits" with "Bootycall"? Is it because that's the one of the two modes they are familiar with? Boyfriend or bootycall? I did my best to explain who I was, what I wanted and what I wouldn't tolerate. They think I was kidding or don't know my own mind? I am not complicated or complex for the sake of it. I say what I mean and mean what I say.

I am also finding interesting people's understanding of "submissive" for example. It seems they think it means "They will lie there and tell me what pleases them and I will oblige them". LMAO!! This one is always a knee slapper. That's just lazy kids, not submissive.

No thanks. I prefer a lover with imagination, stamina and geared for my pleasure.

So, this goes out to all you boys that keep trying to reconnect, because you finally figured out that I was the best you are ever going to have. You are too late. Sterkarm was smart enough to know a great thing when it cuddled him and he acted on that. It takes more than a big cock to satisfy me. I also need a playmate with brains and initiative. Not someone still stroking off in their mother's basement in front of their computer, but a real man, who knows who he is and what a treasure he has in his arms.

I believe the term when I was growing up still applies "You snooze, you loose".

Happiness is a choice

A 92-year-old, petite, well-poised and proud man, who is fully dressed each morning by eight o'clock, with his hair fashionably combed and shaved perfectly, even though he is legally blind, moved to a nursing home today. His wife of 70 years recently passed away, making the move necessary. After many hours of waiting patiently in the
lobby of the nursing home, he smiled sweetly when told his room was ready.

As he maneuvered his walker to the elevator, I provided a visual description of his tiny room, including the eyelet sheets that had been hung on his window.
'I love it,' he stated with the enthusiasm of an eight-year-old having just been presented with a new puppy.

'Mr. Jones, you haven't seen the room; just wait.'
That doesn't have anything to do with it,' he replied.

'Happiness is something you decide on ahead of time. Whether I like my room or not doesn't depend on how the furniture is arranged. it's how I arrange my mind. I already decided to love it. 'It's a decision I make every morning when I wake up. I have a choice; I can spend the day in bed recounting the difficulty I have with the parts of my body that no longer work, or get out of bed and be thankful for the ones that do.

Each day is a gift, and as long as my eyes open, I'll focus on the new day and all the 20 happy memories I've stored away. Just for this time in my life.

Old age is like a bank account. You withdraw from what you've put in.

So, my advice to you would be to deposit a lot of happiness in the bank account of memories!

Thank you for your part in filling my Memory bank. I am still depositing.'
Remember the five simple rules to be happy:

1. Free your heart from hatred..
2. Free your mind from worries.
3. Live simply.
4. Give more.
5. Expect less.

Stress management

We all have our ways of coping with life's stress.
:D

Looking for that special gal pal.

Now that I have found my boy, have been doing a great deal of thinking about rounding out my "special friends" and so I am now in search of that ever-elusive, rarely seen "gal pal". This one would however be very special. So, what am I looking for in this "special gal pal"? I can try and list some here, but I guess the one thing that I do know with certainty is that there is no denying chemistry, it either exists or it doesn't, and it is no one's fault if it is not there. I will however endeavour to give the universe a clearer picture of the girl I am looking for.



In terms of physical appearance, I don't have many exclusions or limitations. There are some excessive traits that I don't find highly appealing. Like hard core or extreme piercings and tattoos. I don't judge people that are hard core, I just know what I like to look at when exploring my lover's body.
She could be any height, or weight, so long as it is proportional. I am an active person and being with someone with self-imposed physical limitations is not a great deal of fun if we can't go more than a couple of blocks for a walk.
Race, colour, creed, ethnicity, any of those demographics are meaningless to me. If there is one thing I have learned is that "people are people" and while it might be handy and convenient to put labels on people based on these demographics, it never has been a good gauge in my view.
So, really, anything goes, so long as she maintains good overall hygiene, is physically appealing and cleans up well.



It would also be great if she lived in the Toronto area, preferably alone, had some of the same interests as I do, was a dedicated lifelong learner, open minded and willing to explore different sides of life with someone that will look out for her. A Friend With Benefits. I guess someone like myself when I was younger.
Perhaps she is looking for a motherly-type mentor to explore and seek life's adventures.

So, a young woman making her way in the world. Well balanced, emotionally, intellectually and spiritually. Someone with class and dignity, as well as self assured and poised. Someone classy and fun with an eagerness to learn and grow.

If this sounds like yourself or someone you know, drop me a line with some info on yourself and what you are looking for.

My calendar

The funny sells

What are friends for?

Chris Angel....freaky weird

2008 "Worst Contractor" awards nominations

Faith....what is it?

I have been doing a great deal of thinking lately and most of it is centered around "faith". No, not in the religious sense, never have and never will have any use or faith in manmade religious institutions. But rather, faith on a more personal level. Like faith in someone else. Faith in my own radar. When to give up faith and when to stay the course.

Have met the most darling man in all my life. One who makes me feel like a teenager again, full of wonder and excitement and yes, horny like one. But it seems that I have acquired the full package, including insecirities I thought long since dealt with.
This is where the "faith" issue has been coming up, because he has never given me a reason to doubt his sincerity or his love for me. He says he is going to do something, he does it. He says he is going to be somewhere, he is. So I guess I have put my faith in him and every now and again, I question it. There is no foundation for this I know, but I guess it's still remnants leftover from "The Year from Hell".

Another "friend" who I had put my faith and trust in, well, I don't want to relive the whole thing, but I just only yesterday got my computer back from the police where it was taken in over a year ago as "evidence" in a case against him.
Just can't seem to work up the faith again or the trust. It is broken beyond repair and he can't seem to understand that he did it to himself. No gift certificate or donuts will restore my faith in him and there certainly can be no restoration to what we were before. Guess here, I have given up hope and faith. Sad, yes, but how many times should I let someone hurt me before I do?