Geez, even tho I didn't post a picture on the personals site, I got 6 hits today! Of course one guy was SIXTY FIVE years old! I'm far too nice to tell him he's older than my Dad. Of the 6 hits, one sent a message, which of course I answered. (back to the being nice thing). This could, my friends, get interesting. Ready to take the ride with me?
In other news, Canada became the third country in the world to legalize same sex marriage today. Yay! Whether you agree or disagree on the point, the one fact that cannot and should not be disputed is equal rights for all, as guaranteed under our own constitution. Equal rights for all, not just those deemed equal by certain special interest groups. If you think two men or two women shouldn't get married, then here's a thought, if you're a man, don't marry a man, if you're a woman, well, you get the picture. The weak argument I hear is that marriage should be kept "traditional". Well, let's see. A couple of hundred years ago, it was ok to keep slaves because, well, it was tradition. Up until 1974 it was ok to hit your wife because, well, it was tradition. Not all traditions are meant to be in perpetuity. Things change, people change, ideals change. We have to change with them or we'll be lost in the shuffle. I applaud this government's stand on the issue. Many of my *gay* friends feel the same way. I mean really, why shouldn't two people who've lived together for years and years be allowed to be married and be as miserable as the straight people have been?
Back to the personals, let the games begin.......
HRG
Tuesday, June 28, 2005
Monday, June 27, 2005
Sometimes I have a little too much time on my hands
So tonite babies, I joined an on-line singles thing. The questionnaire was only slightly less intrusive than a criminal record check, it just took longer to fill out is all.
So, first you pick your preferences. Ok, I've never been naive, but really, who knew there we so many choices and combinations? Then you write your profile. Sounds easy until you try to describe yourself in 200 words or less. Then you describe your "ideal" mate. In 200 words or less. Not a loser is three words. I know, I counted.
This one even allows you to pick your search area. The on-line dating people are even kind enough to rate how much of a match you'd be, based on your likes/dislikes. Wouldn't it be nice to have that in the real world? You know, you make a coffee date with a possible cute boy and someone jumps out of the trees to either yay or nay the date. Let you know in advance that yes, staying home Sunday to have staring contests with the cats would be much more fun.
Profile complete and submitted. Wait breathlessly. Why is this taking so long to load? Then it flashes, yes! I've been accepted. Of course, it's a free service so.....
Which brings me to the profiles. My search area resulted in 72 matches. SEVENTY TWO. Three, ok, four, of them were cute boys. Still, there has to be a reason they're single. And oh.....my......god......two out of every three profiles mentioned walks on the beach and candle lit dinners. BORING. Undaunted, I narrow the search area, get more specific about the kind of guy who could turn HRG's head. List my wants and don't wants and then click the *find my mate* button.
search results: there is no match for your criteria
HRG
So, first you pick your preferences. Ok, I've never been naive, but really, who knew there we so many choices and combinations? Then you write your profile. Sounds easy until you try to describe yourself in 200 words or less. Then you describe your "ideal" mate. In 200 words or less. Not a loser is three words. I know, I counted.
This one even allows you to pick your search area. The on-line dating people are even kind enough to rate how much of a match you'd be, based on your likes/dislikes. Wouldn't it be nice to have that in the real world? You know, you make a coffee date with a possible cute boy and someone jumps out of the trees to either yay or nay the date. Let you know in advance that yes, staying home Sunday to have staring contests with the cats would be much more fun.
Profile complete and submitted. Wait breathlessly. Why is this taking so long to load? Then it flashes, yes! I've been accepted. Of course, it's a free service so.....
Which brings me to the profiles. My search area resulted in 72 matches. SEVENTY TWO. Three, ok, four, of them were cute boys. Still, there has to be a reason they're single. And oh.....my......god......two out of every three profiles mentioned walks on the beach and candle lit dinners. BORING. Undaunted, I narrow the search area, get more specific about the kind of guy who could turn HRG's head. List my wants and don't wants and then click the *find my mate* button.
search results: there is no match for your criteria
HRG
Saturday, June 25, 2005
No Sex in the City
You know babies, Summer Solstice and the New Moon certainly bring out the weird in people, and this time was no exception.
Where to begin? Hmmmm....since we last left our adorable (and let's face it, I am that) HRG, she'd had a busy week with cute boys, decided she has a crush on HTBP, and received one sweet kiss after a long and very warm hug. The kiss was not from MBF either. So there.
In other news, my Aunt Peggy has little time left. She was my Mum's favorite sister--they were very close. Living on opposite coasts meant never having the chance to get to know her, and I'm sorry for that. It seems that Peggy was the anchor of that side of the family. She cared for ALL the nieces and nephews and their children. To some of my cousins she was a mother figure who kept them from going too far astray. They all speak so glowingly and lovingly of her. It makes me so sad to think that someone who is so loved, so kind, should have to waste away, so heavily medicated that she's barely aware of her surroundings. My Dad has always thought of and spoke so highly of Peggy. It's going to be hard to give him this news. Despite not having seen her since I was very young, it makes me sad all the same. Mum always tried to keep us up on what was going on with the family, so in a sense, I do feel as if I know her. For her sake I hope she goes quickly and with little pain. She deserves no less.
Work has been an absolute nightmare! This fabulous job that I love so much drove me crazy this week. More of the Solstice/Moon thing. Ok, so it wasn't the job that was nuts, it was the boss. Friday, he almost had a mutiny on his hands. He's a nice man, but when he behaves like he should be medicated, it gets hard to take. The assistant manager almost walked off the job. Anyone with a less even temperament might've. It was not pleasant. At exactly 5:25 p.m. Friday, we walked out, relieved to see the week end. With a little luck, his Prozac will kick in by Sunday and he'll be better next week. If not, then we'll kill him and dispose of the body.
Wanted to go out to see HTBP's other band tonite, but a) his g/f will be there and b) his g/f will be there. Women are far more in tune with the *flirting* vibe than guys, and if MBF can pick up on it, she will without a doubt. Trust me, there's enough electricity between HRG and HTBP to light up Las Vegas. HTBP is not only a VERY cute boy, he is also a very nice boy who doesn't deserve or need the grief of a jealous g/f.
Of course, you have no idea how much will-power it's taking not to go...........
HRG
Where to begin? Hmmmm....since we last left our adorable (and let's face it, I am that) HRG, she'd had a busy week with cute boys, decided she has a crush on HTBP, and received one sweet kiss after a long and very warm hug. The kiss was not from MBF either. So there.
In other news, my Aunt Peggy has little time left. She was my Mum's favorite sister--they were very close. Living on opposite coasts meant never having the chance to get to know her, and I'm sorry for that. It seems that Peggy was the anchor of that side of the family. She cared for ALL the nieces and nephews and their children. To some of my cousins she was a mother figure who kept them from going too far astray. They all speak so glowingly and lovingly of her. It makes me so sad to think that someone who is so loved, so kind, should have to waste away, so heavily medicated that she's barely aware of her surroundings. My Dad has always thought of and spoke so highly of Peggy. It's going to be hard to give him this news. Despite not having seen her since I was very young, it makes me sad all the same. Mum always tried to keep us up on what was going on with the family, so in a sense, I do feel as if I know her. For her sake I hope she goes quickly and with little pain. She deserves no less.
Work has been an absolute nightmare! This fabulous job that I love so much drove me crazy this week. More of the Solstice/Moon thing. Ok, so it wasn't the job that was nuts, it was the boss. Friday, he almost had a mutiny on his hands. He's a nice man, but when he behaves like he should be medicated, it gets hard to take. The assistant manager almost walked off the job. Anyone with a less even temperament might've. It was not pleasant. At exactly 5:25 p.m. Friday, we walked out, relieved to see the week end. With a little luck, his Prozac will kick in by Sunday and he'll be better next week. If not, then we'll kill him and dispose of the body.
Wanted to go out to see HTBP's other band tonite, but a) his g/f will be there and b) his g/f will be there. Women are far more in tune with the *flirting* vibe than guys, and if MBF can pick up on it, she will without a doubt. Trust me, there's enough electricity between HRG and HTBP to light up Las Vegas. HTBP is not only a VERY cute boy, he is also a very nice boy who doesn't deserve or need the grief of a jealous g/f.
Of course, you have no idea how much will-power it's taking not to go...........
HRG
Sunday, June 19, 2005
So many Cute Boys
Once again it's been *mentioned* that I haven't shown my face around here for awhile. I've been busy collecting cute boys dammit!
My week has been filled with VERY cute boys. J. turned older than I'll admit to on Tuesday. We took him to dinner, very cute waitresses brought him cake and sang for him. He was not embarrassed at all and I could almost hear him bragging about it to his friends. He'll be leaving soon, and while it still crushes me, it's not as bad as before. The senoritas and skating in Barcelona are luring him like sailors to Sirens. Hang on, didn't the Sirens send the sailors to their deaths? Oh God. I'll worry about him every second of every day, but grudgingly I've accepted that he's hell bent on being his own man, of living life, just like we've always taught him. I'm sure tales of his travels will have us horrified and amused at the same time. Did I mention I'll worry every second of every day?
Spent the following evening being worshipped and adored (of course) It was jam nite, MBF and I loaded up the gear and went out to play. We had such a good time too. HTBP was in fine form, flirting with him is so much fun. He's not only fun to play with, he's also a very very cute boy. I want to add him to my ever growing collection.
The rest of this week has been spent with very cute boys. HRG is getting so spoiled! Had a Simpson's marathon with MBF--we laughed our asses off all nite. Seafood club sandwiches AND ice cream from the best place in town yesterday with LSD, who is btw, a very cute boy. Topped the weekend off by going out for dinner and sitting in with the band last nite. Things with HTBP are heating up, causing much confusion. Even MBF who, like most men, is usually completely oblivious to this stuff, was catching the vibe, and he did not like it. Not one bit. I certainly wouldn't have. I'm not sure where this crush will go, but for now HRG has to admit to liking the feeling. HTBP makes me feel 16 again. I even felt a little shy around him. Could LSD be right? Are flings impossible? Why do I have the feeling I'm never going to hear the end of this?
HRG
My week has been filled with VERY cute boys. J. turned older than I'll admit to on Tuesday. We took him to dinner, very cute waitresses brought him cake and sang for him. He was not embarrassed at all and I could almost hear him bragging about it to his friends. He'll be leaving soon, and while it still crushes me, it's not as bad as before. The senoritas and skating in Barcelona are luring him like sailors to Sirens. Hang on, didn't the Sirens send the sailors to their deaths? Oh God. I'll worry about him every second of every day, but grudgingly I've accepted that he's hell bent on being his own man, of living life, just like we've always taught him. I'm sure tales of his travels will have us horrified and amused at the same time. Did I mention I'll worry every second of every day?
Spent the following evening being worshipped and adored (of course) It was jam nite, MBF and I loaded up the gear and went out to play. We had such a good time too. HTBP was in fine form, flirting with him is so much fun. He's not only fun to play with, he's also a very very cute boy. I want to add him to my ever growing collection.
The rest of this week has been spent with very cute boys. HRG is getting so spoiled! Had a Simpson's marathon with MBF--we laughed our asses off all nite. Seafood club sandwiches AND ice cream from the best place in town yesterday with LSD, who is btw, a very cute boy. Topped the weekend off by going out for dinner and sitting in with the band last nite. Things with HTBP are heating up, causing much confusion. Even MBF who, like most men, is usually completely oblivious to this stuff, was catching the vibe, and he did not like it. Not one bit. I certainly wouldn't have. I'm not sure where this crush will go, but for now HRG has to admit to liking the feeling. HTBP makes me feel 16 again. I even felt a little shy around him. Could LSD be right? Are flings impossible? Why do I have the feeling I'm never going to hear the end of this?
HRG
Sunday, June 12, 2005
In the blink of an eye
It goes fast. Far too fast. From wide eyed wonder at the world around him, to wide eyed jaded cynicism at the world that awaits him. J graduated today. HRG sat on a reasonably comfortable seat for TWO AND A HALF HOURS, alternating between laughing and crying. Watching J walk into the auditorium with his friends, I knew I was seeing that *little boy* for the last time, and he would emerge, certificate in hand, a young man, free of the bonds of school, ready to take on the world, to find his place, wherever that may be. It makes me sorry we raised him to be so independent. He wants to fly, yet here I stand, scissors in hand, wanting nothing more than to clip his wings, just for a little while. But, I know it's time.
How can it be possible to be so proud and yet so sad at the same time?
HRG
How can it be possible to be so proud and yet so sad at the same time?
HRG
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