As I’ve mentioned before, since I woke up, I’ve been attracting a different type of guys. It seems that one of them, who we’ll call Prince, is serious. I just finished having a nice conversation with his daughter. It would be weird if this wasn’t confirmation of a gutt feeling.
I didn’t blog about him before because it was one of those things that could have ended like ships passing in the night. His job requires that he travel A LOT, and Haifa with me in it, could have been one of the flowers in the flight path of a brilliant butterfly.
Apparently though, he’s no butterfly. My instincts are in good working order, and I owe Hypatia many thanks for helping me to get back on track. So now, I’m off the market unless or until he decides otherwise.
My swearing off sex until I stop losing weight is not going to work out. I don’t worry that my shrinkage will be a problem for him though. Nothing about him says “insecure”. We’ll see where it goes.
I hope Prince recognizes what an amazing woman you are. Roissy says negging makes women hotter, but I’m not worried about messing you up. You’re already hot enough. You’re fabulous.
Thank you for the compliment, Bud 🙂
Recognizing might not be the issue this time. It could be a logistical issue. Like lots of engineers who get divorced and whose kids are grown, he started working everywhere the money was, so I’ll probably see him a few days of the year.
1 is more than 0 though. As Roissy would put it, “Five minutes of alpha…” Low frequency with a decent guy is a small price to pay to avoid ever getting mixed up with someone overly socially dependent or a mama’s boy bound to fail me ever again.
I was hoping you’d get more than a few days a year. But you’re right about 1’s and O’s. Especially in the worsening global depression for loving sex.
I don’t think the depression is global, just western. People in western/westernized countries just don’t seem to get the cause and effect of glorifying selfishness in their culture, and having a culture of selfish people.
It’s like with any other kind of maladaptive evil. They want to be able to be rewarded for being exploitive and cretinous, but others aren’t supposed to exploit or mistreat them. They don’t see how they are part of the problem.
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