I value it and try to practice it every day. The oddest thing is it can be totally quiet and as soon as I get settled to begin, loud noises start . Leaf blowers, dogs barking , sirens etc. Once I just decided to try in the middle of the night and immediately a car alarm went off for a long time. Not a big deal, just seems strange.
So i've mostly dated younger women in their early 30's (I'm 40). It hasn't gone well... My dating life in Vancouver has been a nightmare. Ive never been ghosted, cheated on, lied to, fucked over and been manipulated more than I have in Vancouver. I know I know, typical YVR confession... BUT recently I met an amazing and beautiful older woman (54) and she has been a breath of fresh air. She is kind and sweet, unpretentious, reliable and she knows what she wants and isn't shy about it. The sex is fucking amazing, the conversations stimulating and I'm thrilled. Im not saying all younger women are terrible, maybe I have bad taste and make poor choices (actually, not 'maybe' but: absolutely) but it seems like i've found someone good for a change. Im looking forward to seeing how this goes.
but it's also very strange and I can't explain it.
EVERY time I go to the supermarket and there are several lineups of relatively equal length I ALWAYS end up in the line that moves the slowest.
Whether it's the person who can't find their money/bank card, forgets their PIN code, cashier needs a price check, customer has a disagreement about the sale price, new cashier comes on board and has to sign in, it never fails.
I'm like George Costanza in Seinfeld, time to start doing the "opposite". Choose the line that I normally wouldn't choose at first glance.
I don’t partake of any inhalants but with an allergy to cigarette smoke and despite empathy for those addicted - dear friends and family, I would rather everyone take up weed instead. Being stuck drafting behind smokers for years and now bizarre candy smelling vape clouds, I’ll take pot any day! Wish we were handling the economics and administration of legalization better as a country, I really want the stigma and judgement associated with pot to go up in smoke. Secondhand mellow instead of cancers and death, easy choice!
Everyone thinks I’m a lesbian. I dress very casual and look masculine. Happily married many years to a man, I love the looks when I say husband. But it doesn’t bother me at all. Just remember not to judge so fast on outward appearances. Many of us are different from the stereotype.
I thought I wanted to retire there but when I visit I realize everyone is just an unemployed dick.
Sometimes I browse Craigslist not looking for things to buy but kinda wishing I had something I could sell. Getting rid of stuff brings me joy.
So my fancy suit arrived and its looks great, I purchased the ring.
Most important " Found the girl of my dreams".
I'm ready to get down on one knee.
I know its old fashion, but when you've found true love, you want too make it magical for them.
This one is a keeper!
Wish Me Luck.
I'm not going to make any claims of being a loser, and an utter failure. I figure someday I may end up surprising myself, and I would hate to have to eat my own words.
I discovered my diaries from Grade 12. I read about the first time I fell in love. We knew eachother 4 days before saying ILU. FOUR days. From my entries, I now understand why I have dating anxiety and abandonment issues. I wish I could go back and tell my sweet innocent self to leave that guy who clearly was treating her like crap.
The same experience seemed to groundhog for the next guy. Now that I am in my 40s, I think I now understand how to identify these broken guys and avoid them!!
Here is to no more broken hearts