I ain't real sure why.... I guess it's always been hard for me to accept criticism. If it happens again: I write back [lengthily] in response to a comment - I will put an "it's Ok to critique" lock on my keyboard!)
Anon again wrote: "Yes, getting rid of Maynard was said in jest. But seriously, do you honestly think a 45-ish, rich blonde would contact you? Or was that said in jest."
Well.... I suppose I still do believe in Santa. Sunday I walked by this dude who'd just won a brand new Mercedes at the casino... They have commercials about folks that live in luckytown. (Where is that cop? My tail-lights are ok, I just wish he'd checkout the checkengine light.) Yes, most was said mostly in jest.
45-ish really means someone mostly my age. I tease our HR lady at work "Donna, remember.. 45, blonde, rich, divorced" each time she hires a 20-something snotnose (snotnose said with love.)
Rich very definitely said with tongue in cheek. I hope there are happy rich people. I once heard the saddest person in life is the unhappy rich person, for he/she has no hope. I'm a clearance rack shopper because I have to be. Sure, it would be nice not to have to - but I don't mind at all.
Blonde? I mean be for real. At our age, we're friggin lucky to have hair. The ones that color it - seems to me the goal is not the perfect color - it's moreso "which looks like it's really natural." Blonde is perhaps the farthest from all-a those.
I'll never give up hope though.
Anon continued "I have gone to the edge of hell with my son and because I never gave up on him, we have a wonderful relationship and he turned out Ok. The most wonderful sound that I ever heard was my son laughing and crying at the same time when his daughter was born."
Anon - that rocked. Kudos to you for your perseverance with him. Someone once said "you can count on one hand the people that would really really miss you if you suddenly weren't here on this earth." If we all started tossing out sons, daughters, parents, cousins, nephews, nieces - think whatta crappy world this would be.
I went to a softball game a buddy of mine played in last night. Coincidentally, there was a kid on his team I'd taught 2nd thru 5th grade PE. His dad was in the stands - didn't recognize me. I remember he had an older brother - so I asked "Hey, how's Richard doing?"... "Ya know, I don't really know... I think he lives in some small town around the lake... and really, I could care less." I hurt for that man, because under the gruffness, he's gotta care. And so does that son. U turns ain't permitted on roads - but they're ok in life.
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Oh great--it's Anon again you're probably saying. I guess I'm just a little peeved at most over 50 men who are looking for 45ish, rich, blonde, built like a you-know-what. What I really think they're looking for is someone to take care of them when they need a "drool bucket." (Remember the Saturday Night Live skit?) Since I am Anon, I'll tell you this story. My niece's husband is on several medications and is unable to let's say "be intimate" with her. She got some Viagra from the doctor--after all, it's been 2-1/2 years! Husband's response--"Are you trying to make me go blind?" You poor guys. First you were told that masturbation would make you go blind and now you can't take Viagra because it may make you go blind based on medical studies. You know what Vic? (I hope you don't mind if I call you that) I think you have unleased the writer/comedienne in me. Thanks!
By the way, I really liked the U turns in life thing. That's great. And catom58--I'll help you out. Which door did you come in? Vic, any more Sooper 8 stories?
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