Good morning!
I just woke up in “like” with the dinner dude from last night. That isn’t supposed to happen. But what’s a poor girl to do? He brought me flowers and took me out and treated me so very well. He is cute and CLEAN and smart and very considerate of others. And...he started out the date naked in my house. (He had to take a shower, remember, his gas hasn’t been turned on yet.)
I don’t know how I am supposed to be expected to calmly spend so much time with so many nice men and NOT fall in like with at least one or two. But, somehow, I will throw caution to the wind and get my work done. I’m not a man so I don’t really know how they would handle this, but I am beginning to think that most of them are just like us, they have feelings too! That was another one of my hypothesis’, if you remember. I always had a sneaky suspicion that it was a possibility. While I am on well on my way to proving the existence of nice men, I haven’t quite had the time to prove that they have feelings but I kinda think that they do. But, I don’t want to cloud my experiment with any pre-conceived notions so I will just keep an open mind.
I was thinking about something else last night. It occurred to me that I KNEW they would be nice before they got any...you know...from me. So, I am not sure how they would behave after I gave it up. I can’t work on that part of the study just yet, but with any luck at all, it should be soon. But, from the sweet way some of them behave, I have an inkling that at least a very large percentage of them would continue to be as nice after sex. That’s one of the things I am really curious about...it really annoys me that this part of my study will have to wait, but that’s really OK...it could just add some interesting twists and turns to my final conclusion.
Anyway, the waking up smile that I had today was another lovely feeling that I hadn’t had in quite some time. Have you ever met someone, spent some time with them, and then found yourself just thinking about that person with a stupid smile on your face? I hadn’t done that in quite some time. I remember one guy who I liked so much that I would go into my room and lie there just to think about him. That was in the 80’s.
Talk about a stark contrast. For the last two years of what I thought was my life sentence, I usually woke up close to tears because I would remember that I was married to someone who treated me so badly that I was sure he was cheating. But, when a person is so good at lying, they can pretty much make you believe whatever they want you to believe, especially if you really WANT what they are saying to be true. What really struck me about that odd truism is that I am much brighter than Vex (Remember, he liked to visit Pepsi-cola Florida and he often spoke of PhildelTHia. I could go on and one day I think I will just list all of his stupid thoughts and actions. Actually, I am suddenly flooded with some of those memories so it will be very soon.). Even with the brains God gave me, I couldn’t see through the BS of a dim, middle-aged cretin who has been described as Danny Devito’s uglier brother. So, it would appear that a hedonistic slug can prevail over an intelligent mind. But obviously, not for very long. I wonder how long he would have continued to lie if I never said a word? Jeez, it is so scary to think that I could still be waking up close to tears and spending my days wringing my hands. Oh well, not to worry, I am well out of it.
You know, the reporter asked me if I wasn’t worried that men would be hesitant to go out with me considering what I write on this blog. I told her that I didn’t think it would bother them. Well, I was right. Oh, I’m sure there are some men somewhere who WOULD mind, but most of the guys that I have taken pictures of know exactly why I am doing it. The ones who don’t have been shown so that they can’t be identified. As I said earlier, I won’t lie to any of them so if someone asked me why I was taking the pictures, I would tell them. Two did and I had to tell them. Not only don’t they seem to mind, I get an occasional comment from them. There is one who actually gets a kick out of the entire thing. And, like I told the reporter, there have been men that have read the blog for a while and THEN asked me out. One guy offered to fly me to Paris to meet him but Vex took an accordion file that was full of all of my important papers and my passport was in it. He denies it of course, but I know it didn’t get up and roll itself out the door, it doesn’t have thumbs so if it did somehow GET to the door, it couldn’t actually OPEN the door.
There have been a couple of others who have invited me places, but I’m a little leery of flying off to meet someone that I don’t really know. But, like I said, it doesn’t seem to stop them...but of course...I am so sweet and pleasant...how could they possibly mind? So, not only have I had offers from men who know nothing about me except what they read on the blog, the ones I meet on my own don’t seem to mind one bit after they find out about it.
I was curious as to why these guys would actually do all of the things that they do for me. It occurred to me that they probably do it out of kindness of course (Although there may be some who, like Vex, have nothing but sex as a priority.). I guess it’s a man thing, we women can be very nurturing, we want to take care of people and make sure that they are fed, clothed and healthy. We also don’t want them to be sad. Most of us have that built into our psyche...I guess the men have something similar only they are more concerned with our actual safety and making sure that we don’t have to lift heavy objects. Also, they seem to be concerned that the things in our homes work properly. Vex wouldn’t fix a thing unless it somehow affected him directly. So, obviously, there are some mutants, but all in all, I think men get enjoyment out of helping us. And, they have that same desire to see to it that we are not sad. Once again, there are mutants. I could cry all day and Vex would just dig deeper, he got some sort of sick pleasure at seeing me sad and helpless.
So, for whatever reason, most men are pretty nurturing in their own way.
If I were a man, I would be annoyed at the ones who give the rest of us a bad name. Apparently, there are some men who do feel that way. I heard a commercial on the radio the other day about men who are trying to stop domestic violence. Isn’t that nice? You know, instead of threatening violent men with jail time, I think we should turn them over to the decent guys and let them handle the bullies. Most women beaters are cowards and they would be scared shitless by a real man. (Unfortunately, by the things I found in the laundry, Vex had never been scared shitless in his life.) I think that this is a good time to mention some ideas I have had for high school students. I don’t know what they are teaching kids nowadays when it comes to sex but no sex-ed class would be complete without taking the boys to court on the day they prosecute the dead beat dads. The girls should be taken to the labor and delivery room and then given a baby to care for (one of those fake babies that they have to tend to...I wouldn’t want them to take care of MY real baby.) You can TELL kids all you want to tell them, if talking to them alone would work, my son never would never have had a child out of wedlock. (I couldn’t imagine life without my granddaughter, but it certainly wasn’t the best of circumstances.) So, it would be nice of the kids were given a large taste of reality.
Anyway, I just got a call from the guy who is coming over for dinner tonight. Remember, the one who offered to bring his tool box? He is still coming and he is still bringing his tool box. I hope that by the time he gets here I have stopped smiling about the one that I am in like with. Oh heck...I’m a professional, I can handle it.
...have you ever considered that Vex may really and truly be living with (and doing) his sister? I mean... hey... that sounds right up his alley, and you know what they say... birds of a feather flock together.
LOL, well, in his family, a sister is just someone his mother told him was his sister so who knows. This sister is not the brightest bulb on that family tree. Her grammar is atrocious and she does this thing that I have never seen a smoker do. I guess she does it in an attempt to keep the smoke away from the kids...she holds her hand that the cigarette is in on top of her head. It looks like her hair is on fire. Imagine my surprise the first time I ever saw her do that. For the entire length of the cigarette, her hand is either bringing the cigarette to her mouth or it is sitting on top of her head. Her husband is an officer in the US Army and I can’t imagine what he was thinking when he brought her down here after he was transferred to Fort Mac. I would have left her ass in the mountains.
Total non sequitur... your call for blog name change ideas sounded like a fun thing to work on. Here are a few to start the ball rolling:
Men-ology 101
Life after the Cretaceous (because you got rid of Tyrannosaurus vex)
Meet me in MariettaThe Missing Peace (I've always loved the Shel Silverstein book and I'm a sucker for a play on words)
I love generating headlines and promos. I think I missed my calling as a copy editor.
I think so too! Those are ALL great suggestions! If I had to choose from one of them, I wouldn’t be able to do it. I would have to take a poll or something. Well, as I said, as long as I don’t have to wait too much longer, I am going to change it when the divorce is finished. If it looks like the divorce will take longer than say, the end of May, I will change it anyway. So, send me any more suggestions...I am certainly still considering the possibilities.
Oh, ah, I guess I'm a pretty good amateur electrician (i.e. haven't killed anyone yet), and I can lay concrete, floor tiles, and... anything else that needs laying.
Oooohh, I sensed a bit of a pun in that one. I have made a mental note and will be back in touch. And besides, I still haven’t decided who to consummate the divorce with, so there’s THAT.
Meg. You just ruined a perfectly marvelous bowl of ice cream for me. That was unforgivable. :-P
Yeah, I have already been scolded for that once. Don’t worry, from now on, the only pictures of Vex that I will post are the ones that I have proving what a liar he is and I am going to save those to see of he commits perjury...if he does, the entire world will know.
* Note to self: Do not click-through while eating.
“Tis OK, I will post warnings from now on!
Oh dear. I'm wearing my professional hat again. I hope you don't mind the dissertation on canine behavior. It just sounds like you could use a little concrete direction. Please forgive if it's a bit much - it's meant to be helpful
And it absolutely was very helpful!!!! I read every word you wrote! See, even the ladies are helping me. That’s two ladies who work with animals giving me advice, and like the cop, you aren’t wasting your time. I am certainly going to get that special collar, he is one undisciplined dog. If only Vex had been so easy to train. But, apparently I was the one wearing the figurative leash.
Well, gotta go and play in the sandbox....I have a date with my granddaughter.
See ya later!
Meg
I just woke up in “like” with the dinner dude from last night. That isn’t supposed to happen. But what’s a poor girl to do? He brought me flowers and took me out and treated me so very well. He is cute and CLEAN and smart and very considerate of others. And...he started out the date naked in my house. (He had to take a shower, remember, his gas hasn’t been turned on yet.)
I don’t know how I am supposed to be expected to calmly spend so much time with so many nice men and NOT fall in like with at least one or two. But, somehow, I will throw caution to the wind and get my work done. I’m not a man so I don’t really know how they would handle this, but I am beginning to think that most of them are just like us, they have feelings too! That was another one of my hypothesis’, if you remember. I always had a sneaky suspicion that it was a possibility. While I am on well on my way to proving the existence of nice men, I haven’t quite had the time to prove that they have feelings but I kinda think that they do. But, I don’t want to cloud my experiment with any pre-conceived notions so I will just keep an open mind.
I was thinking about something else last night. It occurred to me that I KNEW they would be nice before they got any...you know...from me. So, I am not sure how they would behave after I gave it up. I can’t work on that part of the study just yet, but with any luck at all, it should be soon. But, from the sweet way some of them behave, I have an inkling that at least a very large percentage of them would continue to be as nice after sex. That’s one of the things I am really curious about...it really annoys me that this part of my study will have to wait, but that’s really OK...it could just add some interesting twists and turns to my final conclusion.
Anyway, the waking up smile that I had today was another lovely feeling that I hadn’t had in quite some time. Have you ever met someone, spent some time with them, and then found yourself just thinking about that person with a stupid smile on your face? I hadn’t done that in quite some time. I remember one guy who I liked so much that I would go into my room and lie there just to think about him. That was in the 80’s.
Talk about a stark contrast. For the last two years of what I thought was my life sentence, I usually woke up close to tears because I would remember that I was married to someone who treated me so badly that I was sure he was cheating. But, when a person is so good at lying, they can pretty much make you believe whatever they want you to believe, especially if you really WANT what they are saying to be true. What really struck me about that odd truism is that I am much brighter than Vex (Remember, he liked to visit Pepsi-cola Florida and he often spoke of PhildelTHia. I could go on and one day I think I will just list all of his stupid thoughts and actions. Actually, I am suddenly flooded with some of those memories so it will be very soon.). Even with the brains God gave me, I couldn’t see through the BS of a dim, middle-aged cretin who has been described as Danny Devito’s uglier brother. So, it would appear that a hedonistic slug can prevail over an intelligent mind. But obviously, not for very long. I wonder how long he would have continued to lie if I never said a word? Jeez, it is so scary to think that I could still be waking up close to tears and spending my days wringing my hands. Oh well, not to worry, I am well out of it.
You know, the reporter asked me if I wasn’t worried that men would be hesitant to go out with me considering what I write on this blog. I told her that I didn’t think it would bother them. Well, I was right. Oh, I’m sure there are some men somewhere who WOULD mind, but most of the guys that I have taken pictures of know exactly why I am doing it. The ones who don’t have been shown so that they can’t be identified. As I said earlier, I won’t lie to any of them so if someone asked me why I was taking the pictures, I would tell them. Two did and I had to tell them. Not only don’t they seem to mind, I get an occasional comment from them. There is one who actually gets a kick out of the entire thing. And, like I told the reporter, there have been men that have read the blog for a while and THEN asked me out. One guy offered to fly me to Paris to meet him but Vex took an accordion file that was full of all of my important papers and my passport was in it. He denies it of course, but I know it didn’t get up and roll itself out the door, it doesn’t have thumbs so if it did somehow GET to the door, it couldn’t actually OPEN the door.
There have been a couple of others who have invited me places, but I’m a little leery of flying off to meet someone that I don’t really know. But, like I said, it doesn’t seem to stop them...but of course...I am so sweet and pleasant...how could they possibly mind? So, not only have I had offers from men who know nothing about me except what they read on the blog, the ones I meet on my own don’t seem to mind one bit after they find out about it.
I was curious as to why these guys would actually do all of the things that they do for me. It occurred to me that they probably do it out of kindness of course (Although there may be some who, like Vex, have nothing but sex as a priority.). I guess it’s a man thing, we women can be very nurturing, we want to take care of people and make sure that they are fed, clothed and healthy. We also don’t want them to be sad. Most of us have that built into our psyche...I guess the men have something similar only they are more concerned with our actual safety and making sure that we don’t have to lift heavy objects. Also, they seem to be concerned that the things in our homes work properly. Vex wouldn’t fix a thing unless it somehow affected him directly. So, obviously, there are some mutants, but all in all, I think men get enjoyment out of helping us. And, they have that same desire to see to it that we are not sad. Once again, there are mutants. I could cry all day and Vex would just dig deeper, he got some sort of sick pleasure at seeing me sad and helpless.
So, for whatever reason, most men are pretty nurturing in their own way.
If I were a man, I would be annoyed at the ones who give the rest of us a bad name. Apparently, there are some men who do feel that way. I heard a commercial on the radio the other day about men who are trying to stop domestic violence. Isn’t that nice? You know, instead of threatening violent men with jail time, I think we should turn them over to the decent guys and let them handle the bullies. Most women beaters are cowards and they would be scared shitless by a real man. (Unfortunately, by the things I found in the laundry, Vex had never been scared shitless in his life.) I think that this is a good time to mention some ideas I have had for high school students. I don’t know what they are teaching kids nowadays when it comes to sex but no sex-ed class would be complete without taking the boys to court on the day they prosecute the dead beat dads. The girls should be taken to the labor and delivery room and then given a baby to care for (one of those fake babies that they have to tend to...I wouldn’t want them to take care of MY real baby.) You can TELL kids all you want to tell them, if talking to them alone would work, my son never would never have had a child out of wedlock. (I couldn’t imagine life without my granddaughter, but it certainly wasn’t the best of circumstances.) So, it would be nice of the kids were given a large taste of reality.
Anyway, I just got a call from the guy who is coming over for dinner tonight. Remember, the one who offered to bring his tool box? He is still coming and he is still bringing his tool box. I hope that by the time he gets here I have stopped smiling about the one that I am in like with. Oh heck...I’m a professional, I can handle it.
...have you ever considered that Vex may really and truly be living with (and doing) his sister? I mean... hey... that sounds right up his alley, and you know what they say... birds of a feather flock together.
LOL, well, in his family, a sister is just someone his mother told him was his sister so who knows. This sister is not the brightest bulb on that family tree. Her grammar is atrocious and she does this thing that I have never seen a smoker do. I guess she does it in an attempt to keep the smoke away from the kids...she holds her hand that the cigarette is in on top of her head. It looks like her hair is on fire. Imagine my surprise the first time I ever saw her do that. For the entire length of the cigarette, her hand is either bringing the cigarette to her mouth or it is sitting on top of her head. Her husband is an officer in the US Army and I can’t imagine what he was thinking when he brought her down here after he was transferred to Fort Mac. I would have left her ass in the mountains.
Total non sequitur... your call for blog name change ideas sounded like a fun thing to work on. Here are a few to start the ball rolling:
Men-ology 101
Life after the Cretaceous (because you got rid of Tyrannosaurus vex)
Meet me in MariettaThe Missing Peace (I've always loved the Shel Silverstein book and I'm a sucker for a play on words)
I love generating headlines and promos. I think I missed my calling as a copy editor.
I think so too! Those are ALL great suggestions! If I had to choose from one of them, I wouldn’t be able to do it. I would have to take a poll or something. Well, as I said, as long as I don’t have to wait too much longer, I am going to change it when the divorce is finished. If it looks like the divorce will take longer than say, the end of May, I will change it anyway. So, send me any more suggestions...I am certainly still considering the possibilities.
Oh, ah, I guess I'm a pretty good amateur electrician (i.e. haven't killed anyone yet), and I can lay concrete, floor tiles, and... anything else that needs laying.
Oooohh, I sensed a bit of a pun in that one. I have made a mental note and will be back in touch. And besides, I still haven’t decided who to consummate the divorce with, so there’s THAT.
Meg. You just ruined a perfectly marvelous bowl of ice cream for me. That was unforgivable. :-P
Yeah, I have already been scolded for that once. Don’t worry, from now on, the only pictures of Vex that I will post are the ones that I have proving what a liar he is and I am going to save those to see of he commits perjury...if he does, the entire world will know.
* Note to self: Do not click-through while eating.
“Tis OK, I will post warnings from now on!
Oh dear. I'm wearing my professional hat again. I hope you don't mind the dissertation on canine behavior. It just sounds like you could use a little concrete direction. Please forgive if it's a bit much - it's meant to be helpful
And it absolutely was very helpful!!!! I read every word you wrote! See, even the ladies are helping me. That’s two ladies who work with animals giving me advice, and like the cop, you aren’t wasting your time. I am certainly going to get that special collar, he is one undisciplined dog. If only Vex had been so easy to train. But, apparently I was the one wearing the figurative leash.
Well, gotta go and play in the sandbox....I have a date with my granddaughter.
See ya later!
Meg
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