I work very hard and am attending college to obtain my degree in the Human Service field. Writing makes me feel alive and gives me the opportunity to touch those whom I would not be able to otherwise. Last but not least, I have been blessed with two amazing daughters who love me completely and support my dreams. Feel free to contact me with questions, concerns or feedback.
A year or so ago, I wrote about what turned me off. I have since had a bit more insight and would like the men, and women, of the world to clean up their acts. I am giving you first hand info, the ancient Chinese Secrets of dating. Sit back and enjoy.
I date, a lot. (Note: date does not equal sex.) I know plenty of individuals. I have friends all over the United States. I am 100% certain of what makes or breaks me regarding an intimate relationship. Either it is or it’s not. There is no gray, semi-gray or light gray area in my book.
As a follow up to my previous blog, I thought long and hard. Someone posed a question about becoming best friends with your future partner. I decided to whip something up. Hopefully it’s light and fluffy, bakes right and comes out of the oven deliciously.
Expectations with dating cause some to avoid the scene altogether. What’s the 3 day rule? A guy waits three days to call? What’s the 3 date rule? There must be some sort of sexual exchange? We must find out if the car has a 4 cylinder or a V8? After a few thoughts, I decided to go in a completely new direction.
Hey parents, listen up! I am not instructing you on how to parent, or what to do in case of an emergency. I am speaking on behalf of all hard working citizens who spend their hard earned money to escape their own. You know the ones who rarely get a night out, by themselves. Two adults, deserving of some quiet and, (possibly even) a piece at the end of the night.
I have worked long and hard to reach this point; more freedom and individuality than not. As a mother of adult daughters, let me tell ya! With one working and attending college, the last but never least working, I am finally able to do whatever for the most part. Walking into a quiet home, being able to watch television or listen to music without compromise, sitting and doing absolutely nothing, it’s about as close to heaven as one gets.
One might think this article has to do with tragedies, suffering or something along those lines. It does, but that comes along much later.
From what I can remember, my parents purchased their own home in the early 70’s. Every single man and woman in my external family has owned their own home after renting a period of time. After the "I do's" husbands and wives set about finding a nest of their own. I have never really asked the why of it all, that’s just the way it was.