After 10 minutes of this, my neck went out on me, like one of the Three Stooges. I made a few practice casual touches, but he didn't respond.Then I met a man who was as far to the left as I am, in the weeks before the presidential election! My consultants said that I should pay attention to this.There, I've said it: I wanted someone to text all day, and watch TV with.I am skittish about relationships, as most of the marriages I've seen up close have been ruinous for one or both parties. The prophet tells us, "Your old will have visions; your young will dream dreams." Elderly women in a retirement community in Mill Valley protested the war in Iraq on a busy thoroughfare with placards every Friday for years. But one dream coming true doesn't mean you give up on other lifelong dreams.A man I know of 22, halfway to a medical degree, is pursuing ballet dreams in New York City. You're not dream-greedy to want, say, a cool career and a mate.It means they get a pass for a week or two, or a month. I would say that CPAP machines are the greatest advance in marital joy since the vibrator. This – subscribing -- means you can communicate with people at the site, instead of just studying the profiles, questionnaires, preferences and photographs for free. My preferences are smart, funny, kind, into nature, God, reading, movies, pets, family, liberal politics, hiking; I prefer sober, or sober-ish.
My son has "We don't give up" tattooed on his forearm, which is sort of our family crest. "Middle of the road" almost always means conservative, I promise.I recoil even from the word "date," let alone the concept of possibly beginning a romantic relationship. I have an almost perfect life, even though I've been single since my last long-term boyfriend and I broke up four years ago.I really do, insofar as that is possible in this vale of tears -- a cherished family, a grandchild, church, career, sobriety, two dogs, daily hikes, naps, perfect friends.He had gotten out, talked to the police, and gotten a peek at the corpse. I recommended that we reschedule to a day when he hadn't seen any dead people. But at lunch, he accidentally forgot to ask me anything about my life during the first 45 minutes of the conversation.It was fascinating, that we did not get around to me until that one question. My pointing this out politely in an email the next day did not sit well.