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#36 ~ 365 Reasons Being Single Rocks

Quality

#36

Your quality of life is your own to determine. As the quote below says, no one to lean on, rely on or blame.

I like that the most right now about being single, it is MY life.  All about ME.

I make no apologies to anyone anymore.

I no longer have to make excuses to anyone for who and what I am.

It is my life, and right now it is amazing as I discover who I am beneath all the layers of what others thought I should be.

And I am pretty darn special!

#31 ~ 365 Reasons Being Single Rocks

Mood Swings

#31

Mood swings…they suck

You never see it coming, then suddenly “BAAM” you get your head bit off.

Or your significant other is in the kitchen banging stuff around pissed off (do people do that when when are happy? NO!).

You ask, “What’s wrong?”

Them:  “NOTHING”

Yeah whatever dorfwad.

Being single means only dealing with your own moodiness.

(and believe me MEN do have mood swings!)

Retaping A Box, With Super Glue!

I’m coming off of an interesting weekend, one that left me somewhat shocked but also confirmed my beliefs about a situation and the misery it would have actually brought to me.  I am a person that doesn’t handle it well when someone is upset with me.  If I have made someone angry or hurt them, I’m obsessed with trying to fix that and make it better.   And I am a person that needs closure on things to move past them, real closure.  I don’t give up easily without doing all I can to right a wrong.  Keep in mind I am very bull headed and stubborn, being born under the sign of Taurus and while this digging in my heals and refusing to budge can be good in achieving goals, on the negative side that trait can mean it takes me a while to go admit my wrong and try to mend a broken fence.  So if there is fencing down between me and you, give it time I’ll make an attempt to fix it and if we cannot work together to reconstruct that which has been broken, I will then seek to find closure.

If you have been following my Dating Diaries you know that The Count and I split in mid December.  It was the final heartbreak for me for a long time to come, I just cannot handle it anymore and need to focus on ME for a while.  Not to say that things won’t change but I learned never say never long ago!  I know I boxed him up and put him on the shelf.  But the damn packing tape wouldn’t stick.  That told me I still had some lose ends hanging  out that needed addressing.  Not the least of which is I hate when I don’t know why something failed, especially a relationship.  I wanted to talk to him to find out what went wrong so I could fix that if it was something with me that needs fixing.  So I sent a text asking if we could talk.  No answer, big surprise there (read with sarcastic tone).  So I followed that up with a text that I could stop by the store.  WHOA that was a mistake.  I received the following back in a text:

I am not dealing with you in any way, shape or form.  Do not show up at my store or a restraining order will be got by me on you.  I want to make it clear, there’s nothing to discuss, no reason to meet and anything further will be considered stalking and I will proceed to the restraining order!

I  have had one restraining order taken out against me, it was during my divorce from my first husband, the violent man that was an alcoholic.  I had threatened to break into the house and paint the living room ceiling black with orange polka dots.  It was an ugly time and I was out of line to make a threat like that, because frankly I don’t know what I was thinking, the polka dots would have been PINK not orange.  Anyway I don’t need or want another one issued for me.  I’ve not been stalking Steve, in fact I’ve not sent a single text in a month, I was hoping to give him some space to think things through then maybe we could sit down like adults and talk.  Silly me.

So, after receiving that text I went back to look over things thoroughly myself.  Remember the list of Pros and Cons I had written regarding our relationship? Well I went back and reviewed those with a now far less emotional mindset.  I could and should add a few things.  Frankly he is a complete asshole to his mother, I was gentle with that then but if that is how I’d be treated (and I  firmly believe the way a man treats his mother is a good indication of what is to come for you in a relationship), we’d have come to blows.  Oh that likely would happen too, seeings as in his past he has a little domestic violence charge because he found his first wife in bed with someone and tossed the guy through a window and punched her in the face causing some damage.

Add into that the fact that he didn’t want me to dye my hair a different color, no more tattoos because that was ‘littering your body with ink’, and a host of other little things that I would not do, he did not approve of etc etc etc and I see a short fused CONTROL FREAK that would keep my free spirited nature caged up again. Nope this would NOT work at all.

Back when things fell apart I was really confused.  I had assumed, since he deleted me from his Facebook and then wouldn’t respond to texts or phone calls (the day after telling me he loved me and thanking me for my patience because he was working so much), that we must be done, over, no more a couple.  This is the text I received finally  back then explaining things:

When u post things on facebook or ur friends do my grandson can see all of it.  And with that said I had some issues with the dear diary thing, then ur friends post of the topless woman protest on wall street the thecheerleader kicking with a stain in her white shorts.  I was mad and told jadon to defriend u and I did the same thinking he still might be able to see it.  he doesn’t need to see or read that kind of stuff, and he goes to his friends house and logs on too to which I don’t need someone else mad at me on posts I had nothing to do with.  So I did what I did and see that u assumed the worst so I need to step back and rethink the entire thing.

That was the last communication I had with him until the restraining order threat.  Now, the ‘dear diary’ thing is my blog.  And he knew all about the blog and told me he didn’t care what I posted on it, it was  mine and I could talk about me and him or whatever, it didn’t matter, that was my thing and he was supportive.  I guess he really did have issues with it?  Most likely because I am so honest about myself on it.  Like about my past life prior to him, being a swinger etc etc.  Guessing he didn’t want his family to know that he had a girlfriend with a colorful past.  Silly me, then open your mouth and say something.  It wouldn’t have changed a damn thing, my blog is MY outlet, my inner self and I write what I want and won’t be told not too.   Obviously he also doesn’t have a clue about blogging if he called it a ‘dear diary thing’.  Oh and the grandson, is 12 years old.  Gramps there better get a clue that kid has likely seen worse.  And it isn’t  my job to police others kids on Facebook.  My kids are adults and I wasn’t really thinking in the Disney mode of posting anymore.

My sister stopped in to purchase a ham during the holidays and they talked about me and him a bit.  When she asked him what he would assume if I had removed him from Facebook and then wouldn’t respond to texts of phone calls for a few days what he would have thought, he agreed, he would have assumed we were done, and that I hadn’t “assumed the worst” any more than he would have.  He seemed to see things very differently that day and said he was going to call me that night.  He then gave her one hell of a discount on the ham (guilt?).   I never heard from him.

After  retracing things, rethinking certain disapproving looks, remarks, out and out “no you won’t”, “If you are going to be a part of this family you better…”,  and in light of the above…closure I can now have.  I would have been miserable had that continued. I was in yet another relationship with a man that was mean spirited and controlling, and I was blind to it from the familiar dance steps for years and years past.

Yes, the box is now taped to stay with super glue just in case I have a weak moment.  And I’ve seen that my decision to spend this year relationship free is a very good thing.  I need to break the cycle of attraction to men that are controlling assholes.  I need a man with a strong personality, but that isn’t the same as a little mini-dictator that has to control others.

#28 & #29 ~ 365 Reasons Being Single Rocks!

DRAMA!

#28

It happens, this thing called Drama.

For some of us simply waking up means there it is, waiting for our eyes to open.

Others…well they have to try harder I suppose.

Drama is going to happen in a relationship.

Be it with friends of his/hers, family, whatever or whoever, drama will occur.

Unless of course you are single.

No drama with his mama….

or sister, or niece, or whoever.

AHHH!

Holidays

#29

Holidays are stressful enough without trying to split them down the middle.

His parents want you at their house, her parents want you around their table.

No one wants to give, especially the couple, when it comes to traditions.

Our family always does….

Thankfully, when it is just you, there is no need to worry about where  you will spend a holiday or if it can be split in such a way as to make everyone (except the two of you) happy.

#27 ~ 365 Reasons Being Single Rocks!

Toilet Seat

#27

One nice thing about being single, male or female:

The toilet seat is always just as you left it!

Leave it up, it stays put.

Leave it down, and there it will be next time you use the bathroom.

Personally, I prefer to keep the lid closed, keeps cats from drinking from it and from knocking things IN to the commode.

#19 ~ 365 Reasons Being Single Rocks!

Sleeping

#19

Okay this one isn’t quite mine.

I mean I had it on my list as sleeping anywhere you wish in the house.

Not on the couch because you are fighting and you were banished or decided to be a dolt (listen if you opt for the couch rather than the bed you are indeed a dolt).

But you fall asleep wherever and it is YOUR choice to sleep there.

The part not quite mine is what a local DJ on the radio posted on his Facebook this morning, that goes right along with this reason:

“The best part about living by myself is not having to explain why I fell asleep on the kitchen counter…naked…again.”

~ Jeff Thomas Q102  http://www.facebook.com/jeffthomasradio

Picture 'borrowed' from Daily Cognition, click photo to see other funny animal sleeping pics

#16 ~ 365 Reasons Being Single Rocks!

Colors

#16

Colors.  As in hair color.

For years I wanted to dye my hair just for the hell of it.

The ex-hubby was not in support.

He also didn’t care for it when I dyed just my bangs pink, said I’m too old for that.

Not against it either but you know that “look” you get from the significant others that says this isn’t one of your best ideas, so you don’t do it.

The ex-boyfriend was totally against it, he “fell in love with a blond”.

And by going red it made me a different  person?

Whatever.

Now, I am happy with my new color.

My daughter tells me she loves it and not to go back to blond.

Being single means I can sport any color of the rainbow without caring what anyone else thinks.

#15 ~ 365 Reasons Being Single Rocks!

Ink

#15

Ink..as in tattoos.

I happen to like tattoos.

Not ALL over me, but I have a few and want a few more.

They are significant to ME.

I dated a guy for 5 months that didn’t want me to get more, said “I don’t want your body littered with ink”.

Key word there, my former love, YOUR…

..as in MY body.

MY choice.

MY ink.

Being single means NO one tells me not to get another tattoo.

*Note: yes those are my legs from a photo shoot I did in an abandoned theater*

#14 ~ 365 Reasons Being Single Rocks!

Career

#14

Working or your career – NO one to complain that you are working too much.

For me, I’m busy building a business at the moment, and it can take a lot of my time.

Since it is 1 of 2 jobs I have, and the one that I plan to make HUGE and the big bucks, I have little time for a relationship.

No one can complain if there is no significant other!

The Dating Diaries ~ The Torero

Dating through an online site has turned into a good thing.  I wasn’t sure at first, there is a stigma associated  with it, something to the effect that there must be something wrong with a person that needs to resort to dating services to meet someone.  Yet thousands are using them!  I think they rock.  It  is hard to meet new people unless you go out a lot.  And then it is more of a crap shoot.  If you always go to the same neighborhood bar, you see the same people all of the time.  Staying within your own known social circles doesn’t help either, again same people.  But meeting someone new when out is hard, lots of frogs out there before you find a prince.  At least with the online services you get to see photos, read about the prospects.  Then decide if a date is a good thing or a bad thing.

I have heard a bunch of ‘horror’ stories from the guys I’ve dated so far.  One thing is common, their reaction to me.  There is much surprise that I actually look like my photos, that I am the height I said in my dating profile, and that I really was honest  about my physical build.  Seems so many women  lie and that 5’8″ athlete is really 5 foot tall and obese.  I really feel for the poor guys.  A good many of these ladies are complete gold diggers too.  My guess is many of them will still be on there 10 years from now.  Why would anyone think lying is a good idea before even meeting someone? Credibility is so important, and dishonesty right from the start spells LIAR through and through.

I’ve had a few dates recently and two of the gentlemen I’ve seen a second or third time.  One of them I will call  The Torero.

A Torero is what we refer to as a Matador.  It should be noted that the matador doesn’t always kill the bull, but sometimes  simply subdues it.   That  is exactly what this bull needs for her Mr. Right, a true Torero, someone who  can subdue her  but not kill who she  truly is.

Recently on one of the sites, I was sent a match that caught my eye.  We’ll forgive the fact that he is  FORMER fire fighter that changed professions, because he is NOT a fire fighter now.  This is a bonus.  He isn’t an Aquarius either, extra bonus points.  Like me he is a Taurus…who better to understand the bull in me than another horned earth sign.  :)    I’ve done my homework, two Taureans can have harmony as long as one can lead and the other follow that lead.  He seems to have solid leadership qualities.

Torero  is  also a man of faith, like me,  he attends a non-denominational church and that is  important to him, he is very active  with his church.  Definite bonus points awarded.  And he enjoys a few drinks, good food and  relaxing moments together  with someone special.  And we click, there is chemistry there.  He also knows that I  will likely write about him, at least a little bit, and he is okay with that.  He  even reads my blogs.

We have gone out twice now, and both times  we both had a great time together.  I am looking forward to getting to know this Torero and see where this goes…

Meanwhile, I’m still dating and getting to know potential Mr. Rights.  Not rushing into anything, will just see where everything takes me.

10 Reasons Why I Could Not Be A Real Housewife From Any County

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10 Reasons Why I Could Not Be A Real Housewife From Any County

  1. I am single.  Hard to be a housewife if you aren’t married to carry the title ‘wife’.  Not seeing that on my future horizon anytime soon so yeah, housewife is kinda out for me.
  2. I would never be happy not working at something.  The country club, lunch, tennis and shopping aren’t productive in my book, just not happening for me.
  3. I HATE shopping with a passion (how non-girlie I know).  I get a headache just thinking about going to the mall.
  4. Short of getting my nails done every few weeks and my hair highlighted every 3 months, I really do little to pamper myself. Okay maybe a good shower gel now and then.
  5. Speaking of pampering, never had a massage despite having had a friend that was a massage therapist.  Sad right?  Way too expensive IMHO.  Much happier having someone massage my hands when my arthritis is acting up. Way more personal.
  6. While I really do enjoy the symphony,  I much prefer a blanket under the stars listening to the Cincinnati Pops in the park curled up with someone special, to getting all dressed up to go to Music Hall.
  7. Other than a tummy tuck and  boob  job to fix what I felt were major flaws from having kids, I will grow old gracefully with a good skin care regimen and skip the face lifts and botox. (must be doing something right cause few guess my age and the 7yo I watch just told me yesterday that my face looks much younger this week)
  8. I am pretty certain I am way more comfy sitting around the grill and fire pit with steaks, cold beer and good friends to dining in 5 star establishments where I don’t even recognize what is being served.
  9. I HATE having my picture taken and I am rarely seen without my makeup on so the idea of a camera crew following my every move 24 x 7 turns my stomach.
  10. I am way too west side/redneck girl to survive long in the snooty rich bitch side of society, I’d have most of them offended in the first 5 minutes and the rest of them when I drank too much and flashed the twins at the country club bar!

My Marvelous Weekend

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I was just sitting here enjoying my coffee before work and thinking back over my very wonderful, fun weekend.  Time seemed to just stand still, it was great!  I have to say that I am adjusting well to this single thing, being spontaneous at times and not having to answer to anyone about what I do or when I do it.

I have really enjoyed rediscovering ME buried under all those years of being someone’s wife.  Yes, I very much loved being married, but marriage means you give up part of yourself, you willingly change things about yourself, put away part of yourself for your spouse.  When you merge and become a team, sharing a life, there are things you do in order to make that work.  It is surprising to me how much of me seems to have been lost when my family says they are seeing more and more of the old, happy, kinda quirky, fun, spontaneous me emerging.  From here out what folks see is what they get.  No more changing/adapting to what someone else needs me to be, I am me and you take me or leave me as I am.  If you don’t care for some part of my personality, habits etc., then if you cannot live with that you need to move on down the road, I am not giving up a single part of who I am because someone else cannot tolerate it, tough shit.

Friday evening I connected with a friend I had not seen in a very long time up at the club, someone I dearly love and love spending time with.  It was his birthday so we met up to celebrate, and what a time we had!  A couple of tubes of chocolate and vanilla cake icing, a few Bug Light Limes and some imagination made for a great evening neither of us will soon forget!  I think I am still on a sugar rush from that one.  XOXO special friend!  Thanks for including me in your special day, I totally enjoyed it!

Saturday morning meant working, but that was okay as I was able to accomplish a lot!  I was supposed to be at the club that night for a white party (everyone wearing white and all the lights are changed out for black lights), and I was meeting up with a gentleman that while he is a bit older than me, he is handsome, fun and fast becoming a very special addition to my circle of friends.  I love spending time together and had been looking forward to Saturday evening, but had to change my plans.  My dad turned 70 last Thursday and the Diva Den was hosting dinner to celebrate.  It quickly was taking on a life of its own as my kids were coming over and I knew that this would not end early.  I didn’t feel right running out on the party so I had to cancel with my silver haired fox, but we will reschedule our date soon! (Thanks for being so understanding, you are such a sweet heart!)

While on the way to the office Saturday I had seen a guy on a motorcycle that reminded me of an old friend I had not seen or heard from in a very long time.  I started paging through my phone and I still had his phone number, but could not locate his email address.  I was a bit hesitant to call, as he being such a gem of a guy I figured he was deep into a committed relationship by now.  But nothing ventured nothing gained, right? I left him a voicemail, very excited that he still had the same phone number, and in a short time received a return call.  Ya me, he isn’t involved and was happy to hear I am not seeing anyone on an exclusive basis either.  We exchanged a few emails that day and Sunday morning, and then in the afternoon after I got home from lunch he called to see if I was up for meeting for a ride.  Both of us are running super busy schedules so finding time to reconnect looked like it was going to take a few days to weeks.  Thankfully I was free so I dug out the riding boots, some jeans and went to meet him.  We took a nice, relaxing ride and I thoroughly enjoyed being the fender fluff, as I had not been on the back of anyone’s bike all season.  I had forgotten just how awesome the wind in my hair feels, and being wrapped around some hot muscle as we ate up the miles in the sunshine.  I am very much looking forward to another ride soon!

My son and his girlfriend were back for dinner last night, and I enjoyed seeing what boredom in the middle of the night will get this oldest child of mine to do…he shaved his head.  Funny thing is he actually looks really good with a bald head!  He just needs to catch his tan up on top to the rest of him and I can see that being his look for a while.  It was good seeing him and Melissa, and her spunky little girl (she IS a great kid!), I really miss my kids now that they are all grown up!

Ended the day sipping a cold one on the deck, snacking on popcorn with my mom and sister.  I really am so totally blessed these days.  I have a great social life, have some super male friends to enjoy, and my family there every night, and my independence.  I am free to just be me, relishing every moment I have and making the most of it all.  Sure there are times I miss rolling over in the night to the familiar shape and smell of someone sleeping next to me, and the security and safe feeling I always felt curled up with him, the joy of hearing the garage door go up and knowing he was home safe and sound…but that has also all faded so much, and he has slipped into the far back part of my mind, becoming a nice memory.  Sure I will always have a special spot in my heart for Pete, but I am shocked at how much I do NOT miss him now that I have a life of my own, setting my own course and discovering life as just Marti.

I’ve turned a major corner, on a road that is free from the pain, free from restraints, where I am free to be ME.  I am loving life!