owlman bites the dust

Every experience once:
– a man who wouldn’t date me because I was cooking cauliflower when I called him;
– a man who was afraid I was fat;
- a man who couldn’t google;
– a man who was into D & S;
– a man who groped;
– a man with a ’scary photo’ who wore cufflinks;
– a man [...]

the last post of the year: get out your kleenex

Or is it kleenexes?
Kleenices?
Tissues.
Well whatever it is, I need ‘em. And you might, too.
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I just wanted to say a bloggy thank you to two old friends who rescued me on the two major holidays this season: to Marion (friend of 43 years) who changed her plans to come [...]

end of a romance: an interview

SO MIMI –
Yeeesssssssssss??
HOW ARE YOU DOING?
So well that I’m mystified. Why am I relieved that I don’t have to see Performer again, that it’s all over, when a week ago today I would have said I loved him? Dating Trooper (in a comment to the previous post) asked me why I felt [...]

Part 2 of Lies, Lies, Lies etc. (with interesting update)

This will be the second and final post with this title; I have lots more to say on other (but related) subjects. (For background, see first post on this ever-fascinating subject.)
Performer’s emails
This past weekend, 14 - 16 December, was the weekend when, Performer told me, Becky was driving down with their children [...]

sexagenarian halloween

You probably won’t be surprised to learn that a pope costume is not ideal for dancing.
At least, not swing-dancing and generic social dancing.
How on earth do the popes manage??
You have to hand it to them.
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And the mitre!! It was made for someone with a head twice as [...]

embarrassment ahead

In September, when he return to NYC from the country, Performer plans to buy a new mattress.
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He wants me to come to the store with him to test drive it.
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I can’t tell you how long [...]