My back is still not good and I finally broke down and called the doctor...waiting for a call back. I don't know if I need to use heat, cold, pills or just let nature take its course. Desi has checked on me almost everyday, so that makes me feel a little better. At least he is thinking about me.
I did meet the dentistry professor/dentist, age 76, six foot two. He was very young looking and acting. Good teeth too. A plus in the age range of men that I've met.. We had coffee at Starbucks, however, he didn't following directions and got lost and was a half hour late. If I hadn't had my coffee and Kindle with me I would have said, "screw it."
After talking to him, he has more problems then Desi....I suppose everyone has their baggage but shouldn't it be easier? God this dating pool thing is the pits. Not that I call having coffee a date. More a meeting to dance around and see if you can stand each other. I really don't want to be looking for someone else to fill in the time. Why I'm still doing it is beyond me....maybe hedging my bets or just plain ass boredom.
Last night I gathered myself and my bad back together to go to a District Veterans meeting. The leader of the pack, who I admired before at a previous meeting, only because he was a take charge and no nonsense guy, led the meeting. He was very friendly and I felt the whole group accomplished a lot in a short time. He is also an ex-military man. that is something I've never been around.
Well, this morning he called me and invited me to lunch next week. I feel like I'm a deer in the woods and the hunters are out there taking pot shots. Lots of men, but no one I really want to be with. It is like being a deer when the moose and elk are in full rut and courting you they just don't know that a deer is the wrong species to try and woo. It seems to be worse then it was when I was in my twenties. Way over the top with guys that want to either date you or get in your pants, mostly the latter I'm afraid.
Desi told me to stop being so pessimistic and that he felt things would be okay and would work out. He again asked, "did I want to stay in Irvine?" I said no, and he then told me the people in Morocco were giving him an apartment to use in Paris, Now, I've heard a lot of things from him that have never materialized and I can't get to excited about anything he says, but it would be nice to live in Paris. His favorite thing to say to me is, "RELAX." Guess he doesn't know me, that word isn't in my vocabulary.
So, between my back, Desi, the men and life in general it has been hard to keep a smile on my face and not break down in tears. Speaking of tears, my poor neighbor came over and was a mess. She and her boyfriend are having problems and she had been crying for a week. Between the two of us we were like the "Raindrops Keep Falling On My Head" song. Misery loves company, but at least I understand her.
Another thing was the operation on my knee has been postponed a week. Probably for the best since the day before Thanksgiving probably isn't the best day in the world to have something done in the hospital, not to mention, as Desi pointed out, Black Friday was the day after Thanksgiving and I shouldn't have anything done then. Guess fate watches out for fools.
Went to Newport this morning for a doctor appointment and then met my friend Fran for lunch. She too is having a hard time since her husband died. Life just gets more complicated and everyone you talk to says it, so it must be true.
Tomorrow is another day!
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