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 [...]

before seeing ’sex and the city’ (the film)

Well, before seeing the rest of it, that is: on the New York Times web site and I suppose lots of other places on the web, you can see so many trailers that you wonder what’s left un-previewed.
In one sequence, Carrie is reading ‘Cinderella’ to a four-year-old girl, and as she closes the [...]

Vignettes from a Visit, Part 2: my double, the ‘other woman’; fantasies; ‘commitment’; the toe-separator (again)

More thoughts from my visit to Performer’s farm in the rural hinterlands of a neighboring state. It was only my second time seeing him, but our thirteen-hour first date felt like first, second, and third dates, and between our first and second times together we must have spent about sixty hours on the phone, [...]

update from abroad: toe separators

Greetings from an internet cafe in the heart of a thriving European capital city.
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Okay, so going through the security check in New York, I had my one-gallon ziplock bag with the tiny toothpastes and mouthwashes all ready. In it I also had two toe [...]