I woke up in a new world this morning! For some reason I woke up thinking about dating! Now you must realize that I have had my share of husbands, but they do not really count. I can not remember ever really dating. You know the thing where some guy calls you up and says "Would you like to go out to dinner and then catch a movie?" No, that never happened. Usually, I meet some guy and the next thing I know I am Mrs. So and So.
I do recall back in Hutch when I met a guy who played lead guitar in a band and he invited me to come and watch him play and then we would grab a bite to eat. Sounded good, but in the meantime I bought a restaurant and got involved in the cleaning process and buying groceries so I could open Monday morning and completely spaced that date out and he must have been ticked because he never called again. And then I married Charlie and we moved to Colorado. After a divorce or 2 I met Kenny and that is now history. 9 years after he passed, I met a guy named Sherman. He occupied 2 years of my life off and on until he died in 2012. I then "hung out" and hiked with a guy named Dan until I decided that was a lost cause. We went out to eat one night, and of course it was my turn to pay. When we parted it was with his words, "Next time it will be my turn." Now that was 4 years ago and I have not seen him since.
So back to the business at hand. I think I would like to go on a date. Now, I am not going to run out and willy nilly date some guy. I think I would like to date a blue eyed man. I really like the brown eyed men, but I have not had very good luck with them. 3 of my husbands were brown eyed and while I can get lost in their eyes, I find them to be kind of sneaky and not very forthright. "Eyes of blue; a love that's true. Eyes of brown will let you down."
Forthrightness is something I value in a man. Men that have lasted any length of time in my life were blue eyed men. Duane was around for 10 years. Kenny lasted 20 years before he died on me. And dear little Sherman and I were engaged to be married when he drew his last breathe. The last guy I entertained the idea of dating was brown eyed and I think he stepped off the face of the earth, because I have not seen nor heard from him in a very long time. Such is the perils of caring for one of the creatures.
So, back to this dating business. I think I would like to date, but then I remember all that entails. I may not be up to it. I do not want to go out at night, because I can not see to drive, so he would have to pick me up at my house and I do not want anyone to know where I live. I could meet him at the end of the drive, but I am afraid of the dark. So it would have to be in the afternoon, but then I sleep through Jeopardy! from 3:00-3:30. So if I could meet him at 4:00 and we could have a 2 hour date that would be good. See Jeopardy! comes on again at 6:30. And on the eye color, if he could have one blue eye and one brown eye, that would be perfect. Oh, and he needs to be over 5'7" and under 6'3". Any shorter and he can not protect me and any taller gives me a crick in my neck. He has to have a sense of humor. He has to believe in God and I prefer a Protestant as opposed to a Catholic. That is not a deal breaker, just a preference. One of my husbands was a Catholic. So was Sherman. He has to like kids and liver and onions.
Well, I just reread what I had written and I am thinking, I may be better off if I just go to the pound and get a dog. A dog will have brown eyes. A dog will love me unconditionally, as long as I don't beat it. A dog is warm. Sadly, a dog will shed, but I have looked at my hair brush and I am doing a pretty good job of that myself.
So, I guess, what I am looking for is someone that will take me out to eat. Entertain me with intelligent inane chatter, pay the bill and then disappear into a puff of smoke. I am not real sure such a man exists. If you see one, throw a net over his head and call me. I just might be interested! Or not.
I do recall back in Hutch when I met a guy who played lead guitar in a band and he invited me to come and watch him play and then we would grab a bite to eat. Sounded good, but in the meantime I bought a restaurant and got involved in the cleaning process and buying groceries so I could open Monday morning and completely spaced that date out and he must have been ticked because he never called again. And then I married Charlie and we moved to Colorado. After a divorce or 2 I met Kenny and that is now history. 9 years after he passed, I met a guy named Sherman. He occupied 2 years of my life off and on until he died in 2012. I then "hung out" and hiked with a guy named Dan until I decided that was a lost cause. We went out to eat one night, and of course it was my turn to pay. When we parted it was with his words, "Next time it will be my turn." Now that was 4 years ago and I have not seen him since.
So back to the business at hand. I think I would like to go on a date. Now, I am not going to run out and willy nilly date some guy. I think I would like to date a blue eyed man. I really like the brown eyed men, but I have not had very good luck with them. 3 of my husbands were brown eyed and while I can get lost in their eyes, I find them to be kind of sneaky and not very forthright. "Eyes of blue; a love that's true. Eyes of brown will let you down."
Forthrightness is something I value in a man. Men that have lasted any length of time in my life were blue eyed men. Duane was around for 10 years. Kenny lasted 20 years before he died on me. And dear little Sherman and I were engaged to be married when he drew his last breathe. The last guy I entertained the idea of dating was brown eyed and I think he stepped off the face of the earth, because I have not seen nor heard from him in a very long time. Such is the perils of caring for one of the creatures.
So, back to this dating business. I think I would like to date, but then I remember all that entails. I may not be up to it. I do not want to go out at night, because I can not see to drive, so he would have to pick me up at my house and I do not want anyone to know where I live. I could meet him at the end of the drive, but I am afraid of the dark. So it would have to be in the afternoon, but then I sleep through Jeopardy! from 3:00-3:30. So if I could meet him at 4:00 and we could have a 2 hour date that would be good. See Jeopardy! comes on again at 6:30. And on the eye color, if he could have one blue eye and one brown eye, that would be perfect. Oh, and he needs to be over 5'7" and under 6'3". Any shorter and he can not protect me and any taller gives me a crick in my neck. He has to have a sense of humor. He has to believe in God and I prefer a Protestant as opposed to a Catholic. That is not a deal breaker, just a preference. One of my husbands was a Catholic. So was Sherman. He has to like kids and liver and onions.
Well, I just reread what I had written and I am thinking, I may be better off if I just go to the pound and get a dog. A dog will have brown eyes. A dog will love me unconditionally, as long as I don't beat it. A dog is warm. Sadly, a dog will shed, but I have looked at my hair brush and I am doing a pretty good job of that myself.
So, I guess, what I am looking for is someone that will take me out to eat. Entertain me with intelligent inane chatter, pay the bill and then disappear into a puff of smoke. I am not real sure such a man exists. If you see one, throw a net over his head and call me. I just might be interested! Or not.
