It's still there on the odometer..my car is parked....hope I catch it when it turns to 100'000. I drive a '98 Rav4. It has been the best car! It's dependable and mechanically sound. It is sound on the road too and makes me feel safe and secure.
I can jack rabbit starts at green lights if I want to switch lanes in front of someone next to me. But, I think that depends more on my "flashing" reflexes. Honey, I'm just quick! It's the running, swimming, working-out and yoga I do that keeps me quick witted and with fast reactions. Oh, and occasionally I dance..love the Imperial (swing - whatever!). It's all good for me and does a body well. I look GOOD!
Christmas is fast approaching and my heart aches just a bit. I'm fine - it's everyone else. I can adjust quite nicely to misery, I think. I have a lover...just that, though. My friends worry and are glad that it's ended :) I have lied profusely to protect them; but, mostly to protect myself; cater to their concerns and to free the way for a prospective "real life" relationship for myself. I want so much to be in madly in love.
However, my situation is difficult. I want to date up (who doesn't). by "dating up" I mean..someone who is younger, attractive, active, sexual, sensual, sensitive, beautiful inside and out and as sweet as can be; and she is crazy about me. She is very sweet and understanding and forgiving. My vulnerability won't scare her off....cause she loves me. She falls in love with me...there is there something about me and she wants me...she hangs on to my every word. She wants to make love to me. Her hair is long about shoulder and she is about fifteen of less years younger but very, very attractive. Like myself... a little older but very sexy and attractive and firm. She is young in spirit and therefore life. She loves me!
Does the above sound reasonable? Sounds like a magical miracle to me! But, realities are meant to be dreamed and thus created not only in our minds, hearts but in everyday real life.
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