Monthly Archives: November 2009

the cowardly liar

What? How was I supposed to know? One minute I’m playing with a perfectly fine red nosed pit bull and the next thing I know the dog’s person is flirting with me. Tall. Handsome. With a thick Irish brogue. Right off the bat he asks if I’m married & I ask the same thing right back. Please note, we are standing directly in front of his building. Directly. So I believe him when he says no. We chat briefly, he … Continue reading

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a much needed day off

I’m taking the day off to read. To just sit around and get lost in someone else’s story. Zorba the Green or Chronicles of Narnia. Nothing practical, but there’s something eminently useful in indulging in the impractical now and then. There will be no errands run, no showers had, no self-help readings, self-promotion or ticking off of things on a list. Just a luscious day in bed with the kitties losing myself in words written by anyone else but me. … Continue reading

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date night

I don’t date well. There was a time I really liked it, did it often and with abandon, but that time has passed. It’s not that I don’t like men, I do. I like the way they smell and feel, the way they can carry heavy things and are generally fun to cuddle with. But when you make a new friend, it’s usually through another friend or a shared activity. You have something in common and your expectations of each … Continue reading

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