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I just got this CD in the mail yesterday. I had it in 1979 (on vinyl, of course) and I love it just as much today...apparently. I've played it half a dozen times, so far. It really makes me feel like I'm ten again.
Past that, I am lonely. Last night, I tried to meet up with an acquaintance I'd lost touch with. We were to meet up at the Bird, but the place was so packed, we didn't even see each other.
I had been expecting an invite from someone else yesterday, but it was not forthcoming. WTF? Glad I bought this person a graduation gift. :)
So I’ve been thinking about what my EDU 450 prof said about the 30-and-up rule. She said I should only date women 30 and older. I only recently starting dated again, after three years off, and it’s certainly new ground for me. But I think that if I’m just fooling around, the almost-obscenely-young girls are all right. I could never get serious with any of them. There’s just too much that they have to do, whereas I’ve already done it. And maybe I like it that way anyway. I’m a different person than I was three years ago. I had two choices back then: end my life or start a new one. I chose the latter, and it turns out this Andy is a stunted adolescent playboy. :)
I dunno. It works for me. Of course, how long I can pull it off is another matter entirely. But last night found me thinking about whether I want to be in another significant relationship at this time, much less any time in the future. I mean, it's pretty telling when my former neighbor, a fifty-ish business prof, tells me I have the right idea: stay single. He did the marriage and kids thing and it didn't go too well for him. I dunno. Some people, however, simply cannot be alone. My dad is like that. I think D was like that. I am not one of those people though. My only problem right now is that I have zero to occupy my time. No school. No job. No dates. And the weather isn't very nice yet.
Oh boo hoo! Shut up and go for a run, you big girl.
Will do. :)
BTW, I am currently weighing in at 196. I'm down almost ten pounds from this winter, and I probably have ten pounds to shed this summer. I'll keep you posted.
Hasta!
Past that, I am lonely. Last night, I tried to meet up with an acquaintance I'd lost touch with. We were to meet up at the Bird, but the place was so packed, we didn't even see each other.
I had been expecting an invite from someone else yesterday, but it was not forthcoming. WTF? Glad I bought this person a graduation gift. :)
So I’ve been thinking about what my EDU 450 prof said about the 30-and-up rule. She said I should only date women 30 and older. I only recently starting dated again, after three years off, and it’s certainly new ground for me. But I think that if I’m just fooling around, the almost-obscenely-young girls are all right. I could never get serious with any of them. There’s just too much that they have to do, whereas I’ve already done it. And maybe I like it that way anyway. I’m a different person than I was three years ago. I had two choices back then: end my life or start a new one. I chose the latter, and it turns out this Andy is a stunted adolescent playboy. :)
I dunno. It works for me. Of course, how long I can pull it off is another matter entirely. But last night found me thinking about whether I want to be in another significant relationship at this time, much less any time in the future. I mean, it's pretty telling when my former neighbor, a fifty-ish business prof, tells me I have the right idea: stay single. He did the marriage and kids thing and it didn't go too well for him. I dunno. Some people, however, simply cannot be alone. My dad is like that. I think D was like that. I am not one of those people though. My only problem right now is that I have zero to occupy my time. No school. No job. No dates. And the weather isn't very nice yet.
Oh boo hoo! Shut up and go for a run, you big girl.
Will do. :)
BTW, I am currently weighing in at 196. I'm down almost ten pounds from this winter, and I probably have ten pounds to shed this summer. I'll keep you posted.
Hasta!
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