Tag Archives: thoughts
Coconut Candy Gram: Get the hell out of this mess now!
I have continued with my resolution to avoid dating sites. They are full of unavailable men. Don’t think I am being critical, because these are my people! I am most comfortable dealing with men on the fringe. Not to say … Continue reading
Dreaming a little dream of me…
So today is the first step on my new path. I did good. I fought off the temptation of ruining my fitness plan. I stuck to my guns about not getting on a dating site. And I tackled my elliptical. … Continue reading
Daddy Dating Don’ts
Dating site crazies! I am beyond the point of sanity. Ok I have a NEW pet peeve *Crowd cheers*. What in the hell is up with older men posing in their main pics with their hot teenage daughters?! It is … Continue reading
Looking back…moving forward
I have finally reached the end of the man candy road. I can’t take anymore. Not one single more first meeting, filled with fake interest in what I think or feel. Can’t take another false hope or future faker. I … Continue reading
Random Thoughts
I am not sure where to begin this post. My head is a mumble-jumble of random thoughts that I am afraid are not very interesting. I have been texting Mr. Bubby Wubby (too much text, not enough talk) and I … Continue reading
Delicious Delights
I feel like a Cole Porter song. Singing, shimmying, swaying, smiling. The Man parade this weekend was bizarre at best, but also good. We had Friday night which included Mr. Phone Man, who I cancelled out on Thursday. He didn’t … Continue reading
Set ’em up. I’ll knock ’em Down!
I have left the Golden Oldies building. It’s time to Rock-N-Bowl! (What?! I don’t know…sometimes these things just come to me without explanation. Awkward, I know.) I have ended my membership at the Golden Oldies (READ: NASTY OLD PERVS) site. … Continue reading
So long Golden Oldies!
I think I may abandon ship on the online dating scene. I do not understand the rules or the code evidently. If you are old and fat, you don’t really have a lot of leverage to heckle me for “more … Continue reading
Rest
Do you know what you would do with your life if you no longer cared if you lived or died? It’s different than wanting to die. It’s like a warm breeze blowing across a field of wildflowers ; a gentle, … Continue reading