April 7, 2010
can't buy me love...everybody tells me so
i had one question in all of that - one about my love life and ken asked if that was taboo. heck no, the only things i never really talk about are religion and politics .... mostly because too many people get pretty upset on those issues and rather than insult anyone, i just steer clear. as i've said before - i try to treat people according to the golden rule - do unto others as i would have them do unto me.
so...my love life. or lack thereof. yeah. that's the main reason i don't write about it. first of all, face it - in these days and times, women in their 40's have a tough time meeting guys...much less guys that have an appreciation for say...women in their 40's. *laugh* i kid you not - the few times i ventured (lately) into a typical venue to meet guys - guys my age are dating women in their 20's. my brother for example. *drum rimshot* not that he chose her - it was a fix up. *sigh, then laugh*
here are the basics about my love life: married young - married for a good number of years - divorced when i found out (by his own admission) that he was cheating on me. dated - fell in love once or twice - fell out of love - dated some more - played the cougar once which lasted until i figured out his mom was only three years older than me - did the e-harmony thing - got engaged - found out e-harmony does not screen out the trait of ... what's the male version of gold digger - broke up and have become a cynic about love.
that's the quick view. i can be glib as i've processed all of this....as my old myspace friends can testify - boy have i processed this and written about it. *laugh* i guess that is why i don't talk about it.
this is my version of love: if you have it, hold on and cherish it all that you can. long lasting love is a rare, delicate flower that must be constantly fed and nourished. sometimes we starve it or forget to water it and, in the rare cases - it can make a comeback....but it's been my experience it either dies or gets killed. i'm in constant awe of people ... like beth, who seem more in love with their partners than even the day they met.
so, i would classify myself as a hopeless romantic. no....no....no, that that kind of romantic - hopeless - without hope. i'm hopeless when it comes to romance. if it jumps up and slaps me in the face, maybe i will believe again...as for now...well, there is always photography.