Unread/Deleted….

The times, they’re a changin’. Back in the day of singledom, u simply passed a note in the hallway. Looked their tele up in the phone book, called. Today, for old farts, it’s online dating sites. Still takes some gumption to make that initial leap – but, semi easy to do so from home, infronta the monitor.

So I leaped. Seen’a perty one (to me). Liked what she had to say in her ‘introduction’. A year older was she, but what the hey, who cares. I leaped. Wrote. Clicked, send.

Fitteen minutes later. “Has she read it yet?”.. “Dunno – go check.”….. Gulp. “Unread/deleted.” Damnit darnit. Shouldn’t, but it does things to your confidence… draws a little anger, shouldn’t. Then, the reactions turn to “ok… what’s wrong with me?”…

Then, finally, laughter. Like, u know, that probably saved me buying dinner, two drinks and dessert. Whew. (And to be fair – I’ve been on the receiving end, someone writes – and “it just ain’t there”… so… no… I don’t “unread/delete” I just simply don’t reply. I’ve made it thru, hopefully they will as well.

Then, I go and do something stupid like the below. Challenge ya to try it, list yours sometime. It’s vely therapuetic.

Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens
Bright copper kettles and warm woolen mittens
Brown paper packages tied up with strings
These are a few of my favorite things

My nuclear family. My son (and stepson.) My extended family, nieces, cousins, 2nd cousins, etc.. My ex’s. (Shocked? Nah, don’t be… MANY a good year, good time. Like enjoying a movie, but mebbe not specifically the ending.)

Cream colored ponies and crisp apple streudels
Doorbells and sleigh bells and schnitzel with noodles
Wild geese that fly with the moon on their wings
These are a few of my favorite things

Peanut butter sandwich. Burnt ends. Strawberries. Pecan pie. Breakfast, any. Coffee. Dogs, cats. Cats, dogs (to be fair.). School. College. Playing little league. Coaching little league. Softball. Buddies. Banter. Beer. Money.

Girls in white dresses with blue satin sashes
Snowflakes that stay on my nose and eyelashes
Silver white winters that melt into springs
These are a few of my favorite things

People watching. A smile. Seeing love between two. A hug, both watching, and being amidst of. The airport. My work now. My coworkers. Facebook. Blogging. Cousin Jeannie’s Mill (words ain’t gonna explain it.).. 449 Miller. William Jewell. The City Park. The Dish.

Carson. Letterman. Andy/Barney. Frazier. Cosby. Al, I played High School Football. Elisabeth Shue. Sarah Jessica Parker. Katherine Ross. George Brett. Bobby Bell. Buck Buchanan. Buck O’Neil. Seinfeld. George Costanza.

When the dog bites
When the bee stings
When I'm feeling sad
I simply remember my favorite things
And then I don't feel so bad

The Stones. Huey Lewis. Queen. John, Paul, George, Ringo. Ray Charles. Louie Armstrong. Van Morrison. Forrest Gump. Ferris Buehler. Butch/Sundance. Anything with Nicholson.

When the dog bites
When the bee stings
When I'm feeling sad
I simply remember my favorite things
And then I don't feel so bad

Staying up late. Going to bed early. Being home. Getting away from home. Dark. Light. Email. Comfort. Warmth. Snow, from indoors. A creek, a lake, a river, an ocean. A motel away. My waterbed. Home. Hometown.

And now I don’t feeeeeeeeeeeeel, so bad.

Love, Victurd