This is a photo of my Shih Tzu hanging out with my neighbor's cat when we first moved here. Mine is the door to the right, Kandy's is the door to the left.
My townhouse on stilts is only the second building from a busy street. There is one small 4-unit condo between me, a busy 2-lane and the gorgeous golf course beyond.
One day I was out and I saw a Shih Tzu wandering on our cul de sac a short distance from the BUSY road where the speed limit is 35 but jackasses drive 70.
And I picked the dog up and looked around - there was an upstairs condo with the door wide open. So I went up there and knocked - no answer - then I yelled in DID SOMEBODY LOSE A DOG???
And I frightened a somewhat drugged out looking skinny blonde, about my age.
And she said yeah, that's (can't remember the name) and she was grateful. I told her she needed to be careful about leaving her door open. She said the dog is old and going blind and her friends keep telling her to put him down, but she can't do that.
What I wanted to say but didn't - GET NEW FRIENDS.
Now let me tell you Kandy - my next-door neighbor - owns an 11 year old blonde Pekingese who is nearly fully blind and that little dog is as much of a delight as a sighted dog - just as happy, just as functional, just as sweet to interact with.
Anyway, I walked away from the skinny druggie without another thought. I noticed that unlike most of us, when she takes him down to do his business, she doesn't leash him. And she's very distracted.
Just little warning signals going off in my head.
So Friday night I had gone to CinCin and had a wonderful time. I am getting strong from all the yoga and beach walks and guys are just crawling out of the woodwork.
One Italian looking guy was just gaga ... he said he knew he could fall in love with me. (?!) I said "friends first." He implied he felt the same way. Very muscular, a great dancer, nice to talk to. Has an ability with four syllable words. (Amazing in this town.)
He said he was very spiritual - asked for my number and wanted to take me to a movie on Saturday.
It's all very pleasant, but I have also been celibate about a year now and I'm viewing it as part of my healing process.
Saturday morning I was tired, but I went to yoga - which was awesome - then walked the beach. At which time I met an absolute Adonis - holy shit, tanned and tall and dark with a short graying beard. On his bike wearing only shorts, shades and a helmet. (He could have modeled for 300; Gladiator fantasy comes into play ...)
I thought I recognized him from Fort Myers Beach and asked "is your name Tommy?" He grinned a perfect white toothy grin and said "No, try again."
This guy was a movie star. I'm thinking he's my age. So many are YOUNGER and I have trouble wrapping my brain around a teensy one.
Anyway, we talked for about 15 minutes. I told him I had come from yoga. He said he's a personal trainer on Sanibel - said it gets pretty boring counting to 12 all the time. And then he said "you're going to give me your number now." That was SO sexy. He must be a total player. And he pulled out his cell phone and programmed my number.
Anyway, I was in a bathing suit top that lacked adequate structural reinforcement ... and shorts ... and the fact that a guy like that hit on me. Wow. Maybe he's lowering his standards ...
So we said our goodbyes, I did my walk, and I've got to tell you I was WIPED OUT. Sure enough the guy from Friday night calls and he wants to take me to a movie. He loves Clint Eastwood. In my head I'm thinking Eastwood lost my respect when he took off his shirt in Bridges of Madison County. I threw up a little bit in my mouth.
God I can be so shallow sometimes. But people have to be realistic about their stage in the aging process. Maybe that's not possible in Hollywood.
So I'm thinking before I meet him I'll grab a nap. I have my bedroom window open - my bedroom is right above the front door. And I hear a knock on my next-door neighbors door and talking. Then there's a knock on mine. I'm thinking DAMN. Naw, really I'm thinking FUCK.
It's a middle-aged guy with long brown hair holding the skinny druggie's Shih Tzu. And he asks "is this your dog?" And I said "no, mine are right here - but I know who owns it."
So I walked him over to the other condo and wait below while he goes upstairs to knock. He said there was no answer but he could hear people talking. And he came back down and I was pissed.
He actually seemed pleased they didn't answer the door.
Somehow within a 20 foot walk we silently made up our minds that the best thing for the dog would be that skinny druggie would NEVER KNOW her dog had been found by someone who WOULD love him until the end of his days. Which could be soon. Which might have been immediate had Rick not found him.
Rick could see the dog was blind and he showed me his throat - no collars, no tags. I'm guessing her friends might have let him loose to die.
If she ever winds up living in a refrigerator box, I hope she remembers there's this little thing called KARMA.
I asked Rick if there was anything he needed because it was clear he was keeping the dog. (If he didn't I would have - which would have been dicey with the skank living so close.)
And he said no, but he told me where he lived. I will probably check on him to see if they're doing OK.
And oh - the date? It was awful. He seemed shorter and older, although he still smelled good. He asked what I wanted to eat before the movie - he wanted pizza but told me to pick. I'm thinking of every mistake I made when I met Randy so I actually told him what I wanted - an antipasto.
He talked about working out with weights every day ... then he told me about his hip replacements.
We talked about dogs and he made some comment about "when my hunting dog couldn't hunt any more, I had her put down." I imagined horrible illness and let it slide.
Then he bought two SENIOR tickets at the movies. That's a moment that will hang in my subconscious for the rest of this lifetime. Ugh. I'd rather pay the two extra dollars per person than come off like the Costanzas on Seinfeld.
He couldn't wait to see the movie - Gran Torino - and I thought I was gonna die. It was like it was real time, even worse than Bridges of Madison County. (Am I the only woman who hates that movie?) I watched for consistencies and production values; I don't know what was worse, the script or the acting. They need to shave at least 30 minutes. But then last night WASN'T about the movie.
Afterwards he asks if I want to go for a drink and the place was on my way to where I parked my car so I said OK.
I can't remember where it started downhill like a friggin luge ... he made some sexual remark. I could feel my back tighten. (Yoga is amazing for putting you in touch with your body.) And I straightened up and (proudly) said "it has been about a year for me."
And he put his arm around my waist (I have one now) and says "it's time to change all that."
I'm thinking bite me.
And I say "no, I'm perfectly happy sleeping with my dogs."
And he looks grossed out. I confess, that was the desired effect.
He said "how is there room?" Well, my bed is big as an aircraft carrier and my dogs are small; but he will never find out.
Then he starts telling me we only have so much time left to live. I'm thinking of all these stories we all heard about soldiers going off to WWII ... "I might die over there, this could be our last night together" and I just wanted to tell him to GO FUCK HIMSELF.
And I said "but I thought you were spiritual. When you're deeply spiritual, you don't see life that way." I explained the Hanged Man in Tarot, how in centuries past they thought if they hung upside down their sexual energies would go to head and heart.
He was clearly aghast. Again, the desired effect.
And we get into this big discussion where it is very clear he's all talk, doesn't have an ounce of spirituality. He only knows John Edwards the politician. He keeps repeating that, old guy talk - like saying the same dumb thing twice makes him clever. (This is a retired Civil Engineer - he's no dummy.)
We got up to leave and he wanted to walk me to my car. I said "no thanks, it's a long way." And he says "mine is right here - I'll drive you." Me - envisioning some gross pawing scenario said "no thanks, I'll walk."
If he attempted to follow, I know I could outrun him with those fake hips.
I was so relieved to be out of there. I got home and my cell phone rang - it was him. (It rang again as I write this.)
I can't answer until I calm down. I am PISSED. I REALLY DO NOT LIKE BEING TREATED THAT WAY.
He needs to go find himself a tramp. There are plenty of women - of all ages - who think a blow job is equivalent to a handshake. Find one, they're there.
I am still pissed. Hated the movie, disliked the company and absolutely DESPISED the bait and switch from a friendly movie to inappropriate sexual pressure.
The next time I talk to him - if I do - I will just say we're not on the same page.
So this morning, my precious Sunday morning I used to love so much with Randy. This morning I wake up happy and rested and there is Bodhi on her back staring at me with her beautiful adoring eyes and Princess the rescue dog cuddling up - so happy we found her.
Just a few moments of absolute love.
My dogs will never be on the street, if money gets that tight, they will have food before I'll feed myself. I think God gave us dogs so we'd know what real love is.
My life is pretty amazing overall.
My townhouse on stilts is only the second building from a busy street. There is one small 4-unit condo between me, a busy 2-lane and the gorgeous golf course beyond.
One day I was out and I saw a Shih Tzu wandering on our cul de sac a short distance from the BUSY road where the speed limit is 35 but jackasses drive 70.
And I picked the dog up and looked around - there was an upstairs condo with the door wide open. So I went up there and knocked - no answer - then I yelled in DID SOMEBODY LOSE A DOG???
And I frightened a somewhat drugged out looking skinny blonde, about my age.
And she said yeah, that's (can't remember the name) and she was grateful. I told her she needed to be careful about leaving her door open. She said the dog is old and going blind and her friends keep telling her to put him down, but she can't do that.
What I wanted to say but didn't - GET NEW FRIENDS.
Now let me tell you Kandy - my next-door neighbor - owns an 11 year old blonde Pekingese who is nearly fully blind and that little dog is as much of a delight as a sighted dog - just as happy, just as functional, just as sweet to interact with.
Anyway, I walked away from the skinny druggie without another thought. I noticed that unlike most of us, when she takes him down to do his business, she doesn't leash him. And she's very distracted.
Just little warning signals going off in my head.
So Friday night I had gone to CinCin and had a wonderful time. I am getting strong from all the yoga and beach walks and guys are just crawling out of the woodwork.
One Italian looking guy was just gaga ... he said he knew he could fall in love with me. (?!) I said "friends first." He implied he felt the same way. Very muscular, a great dancer, nice to talk to. Has an ability with four syllable words. (Amazing in this town.)
He said he was very spiritual - asked for my number and wanted to take me to a movie on Saturday.
It's all very pleasant, but I have also been celibate about a year now and I'm viewing it as part of my healing process.
Saturday morning I was tired, but I went to yoga - which was awesome - then walked the beach. At which time I met an absolute Adonis - holy shit, tanned and tall and dark with a short graying beard. On his bike wearing only shorts, shades and a helmet. (He could have modeled for 300; Gladiator fantasy comes into play ...)
I thought I recognized him from Fort Myers Beach and asked "is your name Tommy?" He grinned a perfect white toothy grin and said "No, try again."
This guy was a movie star. I'm thinking he's my age. So many are YOUNGER and I have trouble wrapping my brain around a teensy one.
Anyway, we talked for about 15 minutes. I told him I had come from yoga. He said he's a personal trainer on Sanibel - said it gets pretty boring counting to 12 all the time. And then he said "you're going to give me your number now." That was SO sexy. He must be a total player. And he pulled out his cell phone and programmed my number.
Anyway, I was in a bathing suit top that lacked adequate structural reinforcement ... and shorts ... and the fact that a guy like that hit on me. Wow. Maybe he's lowering his standards ...
So we said our goodbyes, I did my walk, and I've got to tell you I was WIPED OUT. Sure enough the guy from Friday night calls and he wants to take me to a movie. He loves Clint Eastwood. In my head I'm thinking Eastwood lost my respect when he took off his shirt in Bridges of Madison County. I threw up a little bit in my mouth.
God I can be so shallow sometimes. But people have to be realistic about their stage in the aging process. Maybe that's not possible in Hollywood.
So I'm thinking before I meet him I'll grab a nap. I have my bedroom window open - my bedroom is right above the front door. And I hear a knock on my next-door neighbors door and talking. Then there's a knock on mine. I'm thinking DAMN. Naw, really I'm thinking FUCK.
It's a middle-aged guy with long brown hair holding the skinny druggie's Shih Tzu. And he asks "is this your dog?" And I said "no, mine are right here - but I know who owns it."
So I walked him over to the other condo and wait below while he goes upstairs to knock. He said there was no answer but he could hear people talking. And he came back down and I was pissed.
He actually seemed pleased they didn't answer the door.
Somehow within a 20 foot walk we silently made up our minds that the best thing for the dog would be that skinny druggie would NEVER KNOW her dog had been found by someone who WOULD love him until the end of his days. Which could be soon. Which might have been immediate had Rick not found him.
Rick could see the dog was blind and he showed me his throat - no collars, no tags. I'm guessing her friends might have let him loose to die.
If she ever winds up living in a refrigerator box, I hope she remembers there's this little thing called KARMA.
I asked Rick if there was anything he needed because it was clear he was keeping the dog. (If he didn't I would have - which would have been dicey with the skank living so close.)
And he said no, but he told me where he lived. I will probably check on him to see if they're doing OK.
And oh - the date? It was awful. He seemed shorter and older, although he still smelled good. He asked what I wanted to eat before the movie - he wanted pizza but told me to pick. I'm thinking of every mistake I made when I met Randy so I actually told him what I wanted - an antipasto.
He talked about working out with weights every day ... then he told me about his hip replacements.
We talked about dogs and he made some comment about "when my hunting dog couldn't hunt any more, I had her put down." I imagined horrible illness and let it slide.
Then he bought two SENIOR tickets at the movies. That's a moment that will hang in my subconscious for the rest of this lifetime. Ugh. I'd rather pay the two extra dollars per person than come off like the Costanzas on Seinfeld.
He couldn't wait to see the movie - Gran Torino - and I thought I was gonna die. It was like it was real time, even worse than Bridges of Madison County. (Am I the only woman who hates that movie?) I watched for consistencies and production values; I don't know what was worse, the script or the acting. They need to shave at least 30 minutes. But then last night WASN'T about the movie.
Afterwards he asks if I want to go for a drink and the place was on my way to where I parked my car so I said OK.
I can't remember where it started downhill like a friggin luge ... he made some sexual remark. I could feel my back tighten. (Yoga is amazing for putting you in touch with your body.) And I straightened up and (proudly) said "it has been about a year for me."
And he put his arm around my waist (I have one now) and says "it's time to change all that."
I'm thinking bite me.
And I say "no, I'm perfectly happy sleeping with my dogs."
And he looks grossed out. I confess, that was the desired effect.
He said "how is there room?" Well, my bed is big as an aircraft carrier and my dogs are small; but he will never find out.
Then he starts telling me we only have so much time left to live. I'm thinking of all these stories we all heard about soldiers going off to WWII ... "I might die over there, this could be our last night together" and I just wanted to tell him to GO FUCK HIMSELF.
And I said "but I thought you were spiritual. When you're deeply spiritual, you don't see life that way." I explained the Hanged Man in Tarot, how in centuries past they thought if they hung upside down their sexual energies would go to head and heart.
He was clearly aghast. Again, the desired effect.
And we get into this big discussion where it is very clear he's all talk, doesn't have an ounce of spirituality. He only knows John Edwards the politician. He keeps repeating that, old guy talk - like saying the same dumb thing twice makes him clever. (This is a retired Civil Engineer - he's no dummy.)
We got up to leave and he wanted to walk me to my car. I said "no thanks, it's a long way." And he says "mine is right here - I'll drive you." Me - envisioning some gross pawing scenario said "no thanks, I'll walk."
If he attempted to follow, I know I could outrun him with those fake hips.
I was so relieved to be out of there. I got home and my cell phone rang - it was him. (It rang again as I write this.)
I can't answer until I calm down. I am PISSED. I REALLY DO NOT LIKE BEING TREATED THAT WAY.
He needs to go find himself a tramp. There are plenty of women - of all ages - who think a blow job is equivalent to a handshake. Find one, they're there.
I am still pissed. Hated the movie, disliked the company and absolutely DESPISED the bait and switch from a friendly movie to inappropriate sexual pressure.
The next time I talk to him - if I do - I will just say we're not on the same page.
So this morning, my precious Sunday morning I used to love so much with Randy. This morning I wake up happy and rested and there is Bodhi on her back staring at me with her beautiful adoring eyes and Princess the rescue dog cuddling up - so happy we found her.
Just a few moments of absolute love.
My dogs will never be on the street, if money gets that tight, they will have food before I'll feed myself. I think God gave us dogs so we'd know what real love is.
My life is pretty amazing overall.
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