legacies from the men in my life

And I don’t mean money. I mean culture, understood in the widest sense.
Whatever about the men, intimacy with them put me in touch with a wide variety of microcultures.
I wonder what legacies, if any, they have from me.
* * *
from my first husband
Agatha [...]

mene mene tekel upharsin

wednesday 16 july
Plan C phones with a lousy cold and coughs impressively.
MIMI: Some people will do anything not to have sex.
thursday 17 july
I finally play back all the messages on my landline, something I forget to do, and find one from Plan C from two days ago inquiring after my foot.
He has called twice [...]

Practicing on my thumb and other thoughts of an almost-single sexagenarian woman

friday june 20th 11:45 a.m.
I’m at Cornelia, the midtown spa to which Plan C gave me a gift certificate, the polish on my toenails drying after a pedicure.
Tears are rolling down my cheeks.
Why?
The music playing is “Let’s fall in love” (Harold Arlen) followed by “They can’t take that away from me” (Gershwin), [...]

’sex and the city’: the ultimate post-modern live-blogged hypertext review of the film and its audience, by a middle-aged dater who saw it with her 66-yr-old internet-met boyfriend

7 p.m. friday 30 may. we are there to be seen
Of course we are there to be seen; why else would Plan C and I set foot out of doors? Why else does anyone ever go out? And when you’re going to an AMC multiplex an hour from Manhattan, you know the [...]

the sleepover

These are vignettes from my first visit to Plan C’s house, about 80 minutes from Manhattan. I spent Friday, Saturday, and Sunday nights there, and am in fact typing these words on his extra computer before he drives me to the train.
THE CAT
Did you ever hear the joke about cats?
Who sleeps with cats?
Mrs. Katz; [...]

my date with Plan C: before & after (revised standard version of ‘after’)

BEFORE
1:30 a.m. Sunday 10 February
As of Friday night, Plan C was sounding, if not infatuated, then at least fixated on me. Never having met me, having spoken to me twice on the phone, he was confident that I was — well, he didn’t use the phrase The One, but he made clear that [...]

soundbites for groundhog day: puppies, owls, & the New York primary

from RS (Rolly’s shrink), my new & excellent psychiatrist
I was telling him about SDF, and how SDF with his groping was not the slightest bit threatening, really just like a puppy that won’t stop jumping on you. And I quoted the apologetic note SDF sent (see the Comments).
Then I was telling him about [...]

a weekend with strangers, part 1: the tardy psychiatrist, the rocking synagogue, the Brooklyn Bridge

This weekend, 18-20 January, is dominated by plans with people I’ve never met before.
the tardy psychiatrist
This is the shrink recommended by Rolly’s shrink.
Thoughts beforehand:
I liked Rolly’s shrink [henceforth RS]; he’s the kind of man i’d like to — yeah, date; or go to for therapy. I hope the guy he [...]

vignettes from a january without romance (so far…)

ROLLY’S SHRINK: I have someone I think might be good for you: he’s very smart, very experienced, very understanding — but his office is even messier than mine.
ME: That’s not a problem. (I didn’t think Rolly’s shrink’s office looked messy; I thought it looked artsy and literary and had ‘atmosphere.’ * [...]

sexagenarian youth: four manhattan conversations

CONVERSATION IN UPTOWN BRANCH OF COMMERCE BANK AROUND NOON, THURSDAY 10 JANUARY
(as I hand the young, female teller a check and a deposit slip, she does something on a screen in front of her and then looks up at me)
TELLER: Are you sure that’s your account you’re depositing that in?
ME: [...]