Okay, I know the original intent of this blog was to track my evolution as a re-singled woman, capturing the awkward moments and humorous bullshit in this amazing trek...but, along with the bad dates and old-school gangly flirtations, I find myself drawn again and again to politics and hope, and the men who dare to see hope as important and vital to America.
Tonight at one of the legendary NE bars, I wondered why I'd even left my house..too frickin cold, tired...Then the funny parts of the evening started. Local legend and fringe loon Dutch decided to sit on my lap and make me sign his Beatles jacket. He asked if he could call me "Susan" cuz I looked so much like and reminded him so much of Sarrandon in Bull Durham...oh sweet jesus. After literally carrying him back to his chair, I almost left...Nicole convinced me to stay, so I did, had another glass of wine and watched the eclipse that Columbus once used to screw the native Jamaicans...it was beautiful and amazing and lo and behold before long I got to experience both political discussion and a sweet attraction to a sweet man .I talked politics with Nicole and Jay and Bob and then with drunk young Alex and imagined what it would be like to have an on-going conversation re politics, hope and life...all of the serious and critical things that have been a constant since my marriage eroded, and probably one of the many reasons that led to that marriages' demise...I wasn't" pragmatic, too bleeding heart liberal and foolish". ..That's a whole different story, not worth going into now..
Here's my dilemna...I'm attracted to the younger, bleeding heart liberals...Sorry Alex, not you...When I date guys 45-50 or older it seems their fire has died, their belief in hope has faded and I just can't go back there. I would rather die tomorrow than lose my belief in humanity, in our inherent sense of good...so, do I date younger guys who haven't given it all away, or do I date dead-hearted "mature" men who promise to take care of me...(now that's laughable), or do I say, what the hell, be a cougar for a while and follow that passion that makes getting up everyday worthwhile...The truth is I miss talk. I miss touch, I miss discussions over dinner and wine...and I REALLY miss laughing, not just polite social giggles, over life in all of its' crazy, wooooonderful splendor
It's the cougars life for me...whoohoo. P.S. GO Obama.
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