I should be arrested for neglect. Blog neglect. It’s just hard to live a life and blog it at the same time, you know?
Been thinking a lot about relationships lately (I know, master of the obvious) … why they work so easily for some people and not for others. A friend of mine says I probably scare guys. Thank you? I’ll read into that and assume that he means I’m so independent/witty that the boys don’t know how to talk to me. Except the ones I’m not interested in. They seem to have no trouble going out of their way to engage. Any thoughts on this? Really, any theories on this would be appreciated.
I take comfort in the fact that I’m not alone. As many people as I know who are in deeply in love or at least in cohabitable-like, I know probably twice as many who are looking for love or who have just resigned themselves to being alone. Or maybe they’re just not willing to take crumbs. I mean theoretically you can be in a romantic relationship with many people – if you don’t pay attention to how you really feel. For me, that’s important. I need to look at him and want to jump him. And of course I need to like him as a person and all that horse shit .. but really if the physical connection isn’t there, it just doesn’t work for me. Maybe I’ll outgrow that.
In five years or so I think I could embrace the cougar lifestyle. Get hitched to a wealthy old man, and keep a strapping young buck on the side for when the mood strikes. Seems doable.
In the meantime, I’ll just bide my time with the occasional passing interest. Winning?