epaminondas & mimi

What I’m going to print first, below, is the story Epaminondas and his Auntie by Sara Cone Bryant (it’s short). I’ve gotten the text of it from http://www.sterlingtimes.org/epaminondas.htm
This book was read to me in my childhood, and if it was ‘read to’ me, I must have been about 4, so I’ve remembered it for [...]

night thoughts of someone else’s bjs

Plan C has a new girlfriend.
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Already.
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Let’s get that timing straight:
Sunday 24 August he came to my apartment to drop off some bits of my stuff that were still in his house, the fluffy white robe et [...]

heartbreak in the Village

Not my heartbreak: someone else’s.
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It’s Thursday night, September 18th. She’s crying her eyes out. She’s 25, and this is the end of her first serious, ‘adult’ romance.
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They had been together for nine months, living together for [...]

before the date with Hunk; “Sex and the Nation”

tuesday 16 september
I have a drink date with Hunk on Friday.
He’s by far the most eligible-seeming man I’ve met in this post-Plan C round of dating, and this is the only date currently planned, so the danger is investing too much hope in Hunk.
For “most,” substitute “only”: three of my four dates so far have [...]

the man who did everything wrong

Another one of the world’s shortest dates: when I got back home, the ice cubes in the mixture of sprite zero and light cranberry juice I was drinking before I left had not yet melted.
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This was my date with Hat, the man I’d been looking forward to [...]

the world’s shortest date

45 minutes.
I think that breaks all records, doesn’t it?
Of course speed-dating is something else altogether, but for a ‘date’ date, or, you know, as the men now like to call a first date, a ‘meeting,’ I think 45 minutes is just about the shortest. (The longest, since you asked, was my first date with [...]

live-blogging a weekend in the internet-dating life of a Manhattan sexagenarian

Friday September 6, 3:30 p.m.
My date for Sunday, Clergy, suggests meeting at Starbucks at 2:30 p.m. I can’t think of a worse place or time for a date.
Okay, it’s not a date. Plan C always said (he must have told me this 20 times) that after a while he didn’t [...]

new year, new guys, new election

Well, it’s the Jewish new year anyway, isn’t it, one of these weeks? and the new school year. I feel like a high school kid checking out the hot guys.
God this isn’t the language a 61-yr-old professional woman is supposed to use, is it?
Hey whatever I don’t need to talk [...]

sexagenarian strikes again

Yup, I’m back in the saddle again.
By which I mean, my profile is up on two dating sites.
I waited four weeks and one day from the first we-must-part conversation (remember, Plan C doesn’t like ‘over’ or ‘break-up,’ so I defer to his wishes, even though he doesn’t read this blog, even though we’re no longer [...]