I am setting here on the computer thinking and I have Pandora playing on my classic country station. Just heard Garth Brooks and now Randy Travis is buying a pretty negligee for me to wear while he is "Picking up Bones". All this does is take me back in time to the few times when a man piqued my interest since Kenny passed 17 years ago. First know that music plays a big part in my life, but not just any music. I love country and mostly I love the old country. Jake and I listened to the Grand Ole Opry on a car radio on Saturday night long before television brought it into the front room. I remember when Dolly Parton was on Porter Waggoner show while her hair was brown and her boobs were nubbins. Yep! I go way back. And Kenneth and I shared that love of country. He came home once to announce that he had heard the song that would be "ours". Here it is. You have to listen to the words. And it went both ways. But that is water under the bridge!
I decided about 7 years ago that I should start dating. Now rest assured of one thing, that was no easy decision. I have lots of friends, both male and female, gay and straight, but to let a man inside my world on a one on one relationship was not easy. Sherman was fairly easy. He asked nothing and expected nothing so we fell into an easy relationship of lunches on spur of the moment, walks along the levy and coffee at Starbucks. He was a Republican devoted to Fox News and his chosen music was Classical. But I am pretty sure God put me in that relationship to save him from himself and I have shared with all of you how that ended with his very slow and painful death from cancer. To make a long story short, he left the Republican Party, embraced all my charities, and gave his worldly belongings to Los Pobres, leaving me the residual of his estate with instructions to feed the poor and clothe the needy. And he asked me to marry him. We shared one kiss in the 3 years we were together and that was after he proposed and I accepted. Had we met under other circumstances it might have been different, but we did not.
Then I started hanging out with a man who would become my hiking partner. Once again, no physical contact, just hanging out. He was a Bruce Springsteen aficionado and I was not. Bruce Springsteen, in my opinion only had 2 songs; "Born in the USA" and " Streets of Philadelphia". He insisted that if I would just try I could come to worship at the Springsteen alter, but it did not happen for me. I did enjoy our hikes and miss that part of the relationship. No physical contact at all with that one. Hmmmmm.
The last flicker of a flame I felt was a man who seemed perfect in most ways. The fact that he was a jazz enthusiast was kind of disappointing. Jazz is just music and while I can appreciate a wailing saxophone, a tinkling piano and the blast of a trombone, there are no words. I need words. I need "Blue Eyes Crying in the Rain". "Don't Come Home Drinking with Lovin' on Your Mind." And "Seven Spanish Angels" sends me into a torrent of tears. Words. Sadly, this man did not know what an asset like me could have been. Dropped me like a hot potato! But life goes on.
And looking back over this blog, I think I will skip the whole dating thing. I have a cat. I have a dog. I have a grandson who comes once a week and spends the night. I have friends who go to lunch with me and a few who listen when I talk and see the lonely little me under the bravado that is the Lou Mercer legend. I have my God who leads me here and there and uses me for what he wants. So I end on this note!
I decided about 7 years ago that I should start dating. Now rest assured of one thing, that was no easy decision. I have lots of friends, both male and female, gay and straight, but to let a man inside my world on a one on one relationship was not easy. Sherman was fairly easy. He asked nothing and expected nothing so we fell into an easy relationship of lunches on spur of the moment, walks along the levy and coffee at Starbucks. He was a Republican devoted to Fox News and his chosen music was Classical. But I am pretty sure God put me in that relationship to save him from himself and I have shared with all of you how that ended with his very slow and painful death from cancer. To make a long story short, he left the Republican Party, embraced all my charities, and gave his worldly belongings to Los Pobres, leaving me the residual of his estate with instructions to feed the poor and clothe the needy. And he asked me to marry him. We shared one kiss in the 3 years we were together and that was after he proposed and I accepted. Had we met under other circumstances it might have been different, but we did not.
Then I started hanging out with a man who would become my hiking partner. Once again, no physical contact, just hanging out. He was a Bruce Springsteen aficionado and I was not. Bruce Springsteen, in my opinion only had 2 songs; "Born in the USA" and " Streets of Philadelphia". He insisted that if I would just try I could come to worship at the Springsteen alter, but it did not happen for me. I did enjoy our hikes and miss that part of the relationship. No physical contact at all with that one. Hmmmmm.
The last flicker of a flame I felt was a man who seemed perfect in most ways. The fact that he was a jazz enthusiast was kind of disappointing. Jazz is just music and while I can appreciate a wailing saxophone, a tinkling piano and the blast of a trombone, there are no words. I need words. I need "Blue Eyes Crying in the Rain". "Don't Come Home Drinking with Lovin' on Your Mind." And "Seven Spanish Angels" sends me into a torrent of tears. Words. Sadly, this man did not know what an asset like me could have been. Dropped me like a hot potato! But life goes on.
And looking back over this blog, I think I will skip the whole dating thing. I have a cat. I have a dog. I have a grandson who comes once a week and spends the night. I have friends who go to lunch with me and a few who listen when I talk and see the lonely little me under the bravado that is the Lou Mercer legend. I have my God who leads me here and there and uses me for what he wants. So I end on this note!
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