I’d like to start with my failures.
I failed at marriage twice — screwed up a few relationships too.
Up until the age of 35, I didn’t handle life’s curveballs very well. I was always polite, caring, and respectful, but had an adolescent temper and an overinflated ego.
I was too materialistic, living a debt-fueled lifestyle full of excitement but not much temperance.
I ate way too much and expected people to leave me alone about it.
I was monogamous but too flirtatious with women who were not my wife.
I had no sense of my own mortality. While I’ve…
Humans are in a terrible catch 22:
A fulfilling life includes two contradictory aspects. Healthy people get aroused and sexually attracted to many people every day AND healthy people also resist that urge and remain loyal to whom they love.
Said plainly, we want to make love to a lot of people but we really shouldn’t…or can’t.
Thankfully, people like me are terrified of rejection, are self-conscious, look like a cross between George Clooney and Kermit the Frog, and possess a neurosis so pervasive by the time sex is even possible, the woman has either jumped off a bridge or…
I am fortunate to have grown up in South Florida in circumstances that would be considered privileged by the standards of the time.
Not the way we define privilege today with multi-thousand-dollar items of technology, sneakers, clothing, and organic meat from cows being fed by hand while being gently messaged as a live orchestra plays Beethoven’s Sonnet.
But fortunate enough to be sent to sleep away summer camp at the age of 10. This was in the seventies, before smartphones, tablets, and the internet, therefore, once a parent stuffed their child’s trunk with socks, soap, deodorant, comic books, and…
You don’t have to be a neuroscientist to know our brains have changed these past couple of decades.
This phenomenal transformation of how we utilize our brainpower to think, reason, dream, learn and socialize occurred about the time we started carrying 3-inch pieces of plastic in our pockets and purses.
It took a while for us to surrender our identities, self-esteem, and social lives to the masses. Sure, we always cared about what other people thought of us. …
I often hear young folks have no work ethic and aren’t willing to pay their dues.
I think we may be missing the forest for the trees. There are many reasons young people are not willing to do some of the jobs that we middle-aged and older folks were willing to do.
On an evolutionary scale, it’s only a minuscule amount of time that we humans were doing anything other than running around enjoying the lakes and rivers, eating wild berries, and enjoying the freedom of living.
Until the early part of the last century, people would have thought it…
Some people will never be happy.
Sometimes, “some people” are your boyfriends, girlfriends, or spouses.
Can you be firmly committed and attached to someone for life, and retain a free and peaceful state of mind?
Yes. But only If you’re willing to lose it all.
Being single means doing whatever you want.
It means you are not beholden to anybody.
There are life’s trials and tribulations, but your state of mind, when single, is generally peaceful.
Single people admit two things: they’d rather be in a relationship and they don’t want to lose their freedom.
Some people have a boyfriend…
When I was dating, I noticed there were two types of women: those who were still hooked on their exes and those who were less hooked on their exes.
For me, while in the latter category, it would have been disingenuous to suggest my history didn’t affect my potential future romances.
The term “hooked on your ex” is appropriate. A fish can live with a hook in its mouth and mostly ignore it, but when it makes a sudden move or brushes up against a rock or another fish, it stings a little.
I will always love all three of…
I’m considering having it again…Whee!
One of the advantages of being single is not caring too much about editing my thoughts. After all, there is nobody to say, “I was THIS close to jumping your bones, but you say so much stupid shit, there’s no way.”
When I’m fortunate enough to have a woman in my life, I write about the gloriousness of love, the majesty of butterflies, the beauty of a rainbow, and what it means to have a full heart….the stuff nobody wants to read.
After writing this, the chance of having actual sex drops from 18.5% to…
I’m going rogue
I think of myself as a fairly down-to-earth, nonmaterialistic person. If I have to poop in a bucket I will. I’ve never had an orgasm over designer clothes or fancy sports cars.
But damn, this 55-year-old, like everyone reading this, is looking for that unique, something-nobody-has-discovered, gold-mine of a side hustle.
Geriatric Escort Service: I’m not using any euphemisms here. This is an old guy or gal having sex for money. If you’re a man and made it to 80 or above, there are more single octagenarian women than you can shake a wooden stick at.
We all know it’s going to happen someday, but the idea of dying from a once in a hundred-year virus is disarming.
We’ve accepted the risk of dying in a plane or car crash or getting a fatal disease but an invisible, potentially deadly protein is not in our mental wheelhouse. Particularly one that is either transferred from wild animals or was being researched in a laboratory and got out of hand.
When this virus hits the lungs, it sometimes necessitates placing someone on a ventilator, for which they may not awake.
How do we prepare for that possibility?