You will not find my name connected with social media. I don’t enjoy the people who feel safe sitting behind the anonymity of a computer to slam others opinions be it the famous, the politician, religious convictions or just to poke fun at someone who happened to be in the sight of the cellphone lens. And what is it about our looks that draws so much attention. And beyond that young, old skinny, obese, no butt, big butt, smart, dumb. I've resurrected this blog twice, mostly to work through my own pangs of love, relationships, children, work, ah the things that made me go hmmm... So lets go on an adventure from fifty to sixty, hold on it might be a bumpy ride.
I was born in 1957. Last year, after years filled with failed relationships and marriages, I found myself content where life had brought me. So what if I would never have another personal relationship or marriage I had grown content and happy. I had a successful career, two great daughters, and two wonderful grandchildren. Life was far from perfect but I felt in a really good place emotionally and spiritually. I had been conversing with a long time friend so knew her husband had acquired a new friend, recently divorced. I’m not sure she thought he was the best person for her husband to hang with but at some point the two men thought it might be fun to join in on one of our “girls” weekends. So as fall approached we all found and agreed on a weekend early in October. Before I go on let me tell you why I grew discontent with the idea of dating and marriage. There is a quote that seems to forever run through my head: The one charm about marriage is that it makes a life of deception absolu