Tuesday..

Today is a beautiful day, weather wise.  Of course this was the day I decided to stay in and get some more things done around the house.  I moved a shoe rack to another door, trimmed one my lonely rose bush, that has ninety roses a season on it, showered etc,  I also spent some time on the computer.

I heard from a tall, forty seven year old man, that I've been hearing from for months.  He lives in Beverly Hills, is in something to do with the movies.  I asked him if they were mainstream movies or "valley" movies, for those of you who don't know about the "valley, it is where about 80% of the porno movies are made in the country.  He assured me that it was mainstream. 

He is a Frenchman and says he is six foot five, tall for a Frenchman.  He has on the site that he makes a lot of money, but they can put anything down and you have to take it all with a grain of salt.  I don't believe anyone and includes MP, although he has never said anything about money or what he makes.  I don't ask.  All I know is that he travels a lot and seems to have a lot of projects going.  He tends to be a chatter box, so someday he may tell me, if he doesn't, I don't care. 


This man also travels a lot, sound familiar.  I guess if your young, your still making your mark in the world.  If you haven't inherited money or are old enough to have it, you work at it.  For some reason I'm not one bit interested in a old man.  I wish I could change my thinking, but they just do nothing to me.  I have heard from guys from nineteen to eighty three and believe me from sixty five to eighty three  it is a desert out there.  I suppose there is a flaw in my character that I can't relate to men my age.  It would have to be someone pretty special to garner my attention.  Me who always dated older men.  Look where that got me.

Last night tall man sixty eight, from Eugene, OR contacted me and wanted me to email him.  He had put in his profile that he was willing to relocate.  He also said he had lived in Seal Beach, which is a beach community close by.  He was nice looking and fairly tall, but anyone that says they will relocate is suspect to me.

I'm getting ready to pick my ex neighbor up so we can go to dinner.  It is fried chicken night at Quinn's in Tustin and it is one of my guilty treats I allow myself every couple of months.  I was supposed to go to an Elks meeting, but I'm opting out for dinner with my friend.

So until tomorrow.  Ciao