I once went on a date with a guy who chewed with his mouth open. It was like sitting across from a garbage disposal.
Something I think we forget, living in the time we do, is that generations before us didn’t have the luxury of healthy relationships.
Then, I reached for my sandwich and took a bite. It wasn’t the same as biting a person, but the chewing helped.
They weren’t making decisions; they may as well have been curtains. There.
Settle your feathers, crusty britches.
I exist as many things. All of them are in love with you.
He also smelled like a profligate, cologne, and unrequited infatuation.
People take different roads seeking fulfillment and happiness. Just because they’re not on your road doesn’t mean they’ve gotten lost.” – Dalai Lama XIV.
Forget men and romance. The answer to my aching loneliness would be all the cats.
Because the world could be unpleasant and overwhelming. A demanding place full of uncertainties and expectations and fears. I was coming to realize retreating, hiding from the world on occasion, was not a bad thing to do, as long as I didn’t do it too often or because I was afraid of living my life.
Non-knitters just didn’t understand the dynamics of a knitting group. It wasn’t just a good time or a fun time; it was the best time.
Undies on, undies on, high ho the dairy-o, I’m going to keep my undies on!
We talked. We talked, and we laughed, and we had an amazing time. Conversation flowed like a beautiful waterfall, and my senses were saturated. Food came and went. Wine was poured and appeared out of nowhere. Time passed and I had no recollection or consciousness of anyone but Quinn being in that restaurant.
Maybe Jethro, Claire, and I can live together in harmony. Maybe she can be my sister wife. Yes. That was the answer. She could have her pretty farmhouse and custody of Jethro on Sundays. I could have him the rest of the week. And if she touched him, I would claw her eyes out. Perfect.
Bethany Winston once told me that time was like a closet. No matter what you do or how good your intentions are, you will always fill your time and closets with things that don’t matter. “That’s why funerals are so important,” she’d said. “They force you to clean out closets and reevaluate how you spend your time. Without death, we’d never have empty closets.
I tried my best to pretend unkind words were actually just erroneously expressed compliments, as it just made everything nicer for everybody.
Go then.” I shrugged. “And if you lock yourself out of your car don’t call me. I won’t be answering my cell phone.
Women were more than the status of their hymen or their dress size.
If you don’t want someone to get your goat, don’t let them know where it’s tied.
These socks scream, Ask me about my thirteen cats!