Date with the Cowboy.. ooh boy!

Too much cologne and hard of hearing.. and the kiss good night was a bit over the top.. ...  nothing smooth going on there, dammit! Grabbed my head and neck and cleaned my cavities! Holy Cow!! I am really trying to be a good sport and not a snob, but really? By 60, should we not know how to kiss a gal good night?

Ah well, we can't win them all, and I did begin blogging by saying this was about 50 first dates. I am going to have to go back and do a head count.. yes, I said that.. a head count! Truth is, I have not and am not sleeping with them all, and cannot comment directly on the heads...(wink, wink). Moving on....

The weekend has come and almost gone with no new adventures, but certainly an old one has taken a turn. The Musical Motorcycle Man (3M?) has some sticky issues.. most of which are of his own making. They run the risk, however, of becoming mine when the roommate turns out to be a GF after all and is not happy about a rainy day bike ride.. seems, she thinks, we have this in common and wants to friend me.. I don't think so! I can only think it is a good thing he has defriended me! Who really needs the drama? And as much as I would like this to be an interrobang moment, it is not. It is only sad. Where have all the back bones gone, long time passing..  Seems to me that they have just disappeared. How did this happen!? Honesty seems to be passing too.. sad, just sad.

So what is going on with middle aged men these days? They seem to be of a couple of types.. in for the sex, having forgotten that the Age of Aquarius is long over,  or running scared - please don't hurt me! Then there are the marry me/live with  me group who only want to know someone will do their laundry and maybe cook them a good meal. Oh, and let us not forget the I have kids who need a mother group... But wait, I need a mother too!
 

I'm sure I no longer know what normal is, other than a town in IL; and if this is it for men.. I am more than a little worried...

~A. Tan Gledmess

W? RUFK!? Play Mate, come out and ...

Every girl needs a playmate. We begin in childhood, with that best friend. They call them bff's now.. kind of cute actually. Then we graduate to middle school and high school, and our friendships change. We also discover boys (oh my!!). As we move into adulthood and middle age, our friends marry and become bff's with their hubbies, although in many cases it is the hubby who now have a wife as his bff. We gals? We still need our gal-pals, big time. Even so, a playmate is a wonderful thing, and as a middle age single woman, I find a playmate to be a very wonderful thing and with some luck, he is also a wonderful guy... but I digress...

Today, I connected online with a playmate, and he is a playmate! Getting him to come out to play with me is proving to be a bit of a challenge. Not that I am trying very hard... oh wait, hardness is HIS job!

He likes to play online.. which can be fun, given the capabilities of hand free devices and video chats. We can have it all but that all important thing called touch . I do like touching (yum), and eye contact. Nothing compares to a good pair of hands (and lips, and .. well, you know!).

Mr J has a cute picture or 4 on his profile, and this helps.. especially if the picture is really of him, and this is not always the case with online dating sites. I understand that women fake it there too. OH DEAR! On the other hand, if the playing is restricted to online, then pictures really do matter... make it sexy! And the sound of the voice is very important if we are live! Ladies? Do you agree!?

And now.. I gots to go.. Mr IT is on the line.. what the ...!? 


~A. Tan GLedmess

The IT Guy..

... was not it after all... can you hear the big sigh? I really liked him. Wasn't going to write about him. But, he let me down. Two great dates and not even a had a good time, I'll call you sometime message to end it all. What is up with that? Is there some reason why men these days have a hard time saying, it's been fun, but you're not the one? I'm a woman, I can say that! 

It was fun though. He was me, only bigger. I have a little sail boat on my mantle, he has a big one.. like 5 feet long big! I have a small rowboat shelf, he has a bigger one. I have a peak ceiling upstairs; his starts at the ground floor and goes up to the second floor.. have I mentioned that his stuff is like mine only bigger!? (and by the way, that was an interrobang moment). Size does matter and he knows it. One would think that this would make a guy feel good about himself, and maybe it does.. too good (if you get my drift). It is a sad day when the one you want doesn't want you. On the other hand, this could also be a time when the right answer is NO WAY! One can never really know the hidden agenda. I will miss the margaritas.


But moving on, and mostly because I can, last weekend began with the FPE at the DOE.. so many acronyms and so little time, she sighed. He's more risque in his posts than he is in person, which is actually a good thing as it turns out. He is also accurate about his 5'8" height. I find men in general have issues measurements, resulting in the fact that women also have difficulties judging lengths and heights. That said, he does stand at least 2" taller than me while I am in a 1" shoe. Not great, but not bad. Did I mention his tongue yet!? Holy Cow! 


Now, I like a great kiss just as much, and maybe more, as the next gal. But a kiss should not involve having your tonsils cleaned by a giant tongue! Still, he shows potential.We shall see.. he did call back and it looks like maybe a new weekend date.. if he remembers to call again..


In the meantime, the musician has called and we took a bike ride in the rain. I have wet knees and not the way I would prefer.. if you get my drift. That said, a great vibration between one's legs is always to be desired.. yum! The Getaway Man also called and expressed his desire to meet up again. We shall see. As it turns out, there is a cowboy showing some interest as well. You know, my mama said, it never rains but it pours. I think it may be raining men!


~A. Tan Gledmess

The Philanthropist, the Lawyer, and the Musician... W?RUFK

Another Saturday night.. but wait, this started way before dusk...

Email, phone calls, and  some text messages lead to a face-to-face meeting finally; at least it began as face to face, if you get my meaning. The Philanthropist was back in town, or rather the neighboring town, which made it close enough. A phone call or two later, and I was on my way to the city.. and a storage center. Mr P arranged for me to have parking and a private tour.. of his paintings! And, he has some beautiful paintings, I might add. As he held each one under the light (bare bulbs), he explained the history of the painting and the artist.. and himself. Oh, and did I mention the kisses, the lips? 
and the adoration? WOWZA...  

Philanthropist:

n  , pl -pies
1.	the practice of performing charitable or benevolent actions
2.	love of mankind in general

I'm liking the definition and I have a much greater appreciation for storage centers. I just hope he is correct about the lack of cameras! The Philanthropist will be back in a few weeks and I do believe I may need another tour ....those benevolent actions are worth the drive.

Fast forward a few hours, and I am home, and ready to go out for the evening. The Musician is playing at a local venue and I am going to listen to the music.. and watch those fingers of his move across a keyboard while I imagine them moving in other places. In fact, I am reading a book where one character plays the other as he would a guitar.. very moving! And, moving on.. I arrive early, am sitting at the bar, ordering a glass of wine when the Lawyer takes notice. Hmmm.... 


He has money, and is happy to show it to me. He doesn't date because he doesn't feel the need or the inclination to impress others.. wait, what was that money roll about !? And where is that Interrobang when I need it!!?? He wants me to know who he is, when and where he was indicted, and how he got his license back.. because, lawyers, like criminals, are NEVER at fault... am I laughing yet?? Not out loud... and you know, not that he wants a date, but maybe dinner. He slips me his phone number and makes me promise to call. Um, yeah, sure.. right away.. not. Halfway through all this I was saved by a friend who will bear witness should I need one!

And the beat goes on because this IS Saturday night and the day has already been blessed. The Musician ends the evening.. good music, good company (sat with some of his friends), and good wine. No goodnight kiss, but that's ok.. we may well play this one out (pun intended) and see where it all leads. 


We have a dinner date on Thursday.. stay tuned...




~A. Tan Gledmess