single
has some kind of ring to it! i mean, absolute freedom... nobody to please but myself.
mind! having nobody to please but yourself could be quite lonely, maybe even boring ... horror of horrors!
for the first time in almost four years, i actually feel single... no obligations. no need to check my roving eye.
i was certain sure that lori over at
hahn at home had a most sensible plan. a six month dating hiatus, but then again ...
ms hahn is not looking back over her shoulder at the big 60.
tick tock, tick tock!
will the butterfly of love please land on my shoulder ... please, please!
so, i sashayed over to 'a well known internet dating site' and winked wolfishly at some likely looking lasses. winking is free, writing stunning, poetic come hither letters... well, it costs.
this morning i had a message from match, somebody has written me an email... hah! one small problem, one must pay one's membership fees.... before one finds out who wrote the email and what they actually had to say. twenty something pounds ...oy... that would amount to a lot of 'twisted' creme egg bars ... hmmm ...what to do, what to do?
as anyone who knows me knows...
i am both impulsive and impatient with a huge dollop of curiosity added. what are credit cards for, if not for buying the right to love and happiness. of course i could have taken the six month subscription with a written guarantee of love and happiness. afraid my cynicism overcame my impulsiveness at that point. damn, one month should be more than enough time for love to find me.
i have one small problem ... i have a penchant for american women. why ...
indeed, right enough... why?
i have absolutely no idea, i just seem to have a lot more success falling into correspondence with women from the states. on the whole, i find them witty, articulate and intelligent. and damn ... but they do love my accent, makes even straight ladies a little wobbly at the knees!
the point is ... at 60 you use what you have ... heh!
so i paid my money and took my chances. the email was from a very nice (so far, so good) woman. it appears she is able to spell and throw a sentence together. jackpot! if nothing else she and i will email and chat until such time as we actually meet OR one or the other of us grows bored OR falls in love elsewhere OR expires from the odd variety of things that folks over 55 tend towards.
two hours later, up pops a new email from another woman. she was in contact the last time around. she is happy to see me back. damn, how many women is it possible to keep happy at any given time. me, myself would definitely say "no more than one"!
single might just end up being damn hard work ...
