MEN AGAIN....

In the spirit of Cougar Tracks, it is back to the various sundry men that have touched my life in the last almost two years.

New years has brought a lot of the men I have met and some I've dated, back into my realm.  They are all being so supportive and offering to drive me and help out in any way they can, when they found out about my knee replacement.  Phone calls seemed to come in one after the other.  I sometimes wonder what triggers their thoughts of me.

Dez, of course is the preferred.  Don't ask me why, pheromones on both of our parts. It is his personality and the fact that he is totally positive.  Maybe a little Pollyanna, but a balance to my negativity.   Totally ridiculous, but it is what it is. Being an ex-football player, smart as hell, and a lot of fun makes it a no brainer.

Last night Dez drove to see me from Beverly Hills, The night before he came back into town from the South late,  now in my past life of working in that area and living in Orange County it took me two and a half hours on the freeway to go forty five miles in traffic.  Mr. Positive told me he would see me in an hour and a half.  Not so.  There was a tremendous accident half way to my house and the lanes were backed up to LAX.  Since he is resourceful he took the side streets, but everyone else had the same idea.  You guessed it after leaving at four o'clock he arrived at six forty five. He always says he doesn't mind driving to see me. Guess not. We spent three hours together and off he went as he had an early morning meeting. He is coming back either Thursday or Friday.  We'll see.  Since Christmas he has made an effort to see me once  a week.  Jobs are finalling up and he has some time. Just the fact that he is here is amazing.  He travels three hundred and forty two days a year.

Veteran man not only sends me texts everyday but calls.  Yesterday he was at a framers to get some photos framed and called me for my opinion.  He is redoing his home and is sweet enough to want my take on what he wants to do.  He has been doing a good job on his own, but I'm happy to be asked.  He has a girlfriend, which is good, and he is the nicest man.  Not really my type, but hen my brother says no one is my type.  He is probably right.

Then there is my seventy two year man that I've known for almost two years.  He has been calling me every night.  He is extremely young acting and one would never know that he is his age.....my age, OMG!  He lost a lot with the economy and is trying to regroup, which isn't easy at his age.  He is financially savvy and is trying everything he knows to get back to some semblance of order. He is tall with a shock of grey hair and has a lot of nervous energy plus a good personality.  He is easy to talk to which we do on the phone every night.  No romantic interest but a good man to know.

On to a younger man that is on Facebook with me.  He sent me a message that said we should have lunch soon.  He reminds me of Dez, although younger.  I don't need a young man in my life, Dez is young enough.  It is amazing out there how many men in their thirty, forties and fifties prefer older women.

I am off all the sites for dating at this time and have been for a while.  I still keep getting things on my email saying you have eighteen men interested in you.  This is almost everyday.  The purpose of this is to get you to come back to the site, for a fee, of course.  Delete, delete, delete............

So I'm nursing my knee, trying to stay out of trouble, although it seems to come to me even if I'm sitting at home.  My brother says we should never leave our houses.  Dez says we should stay in bed with the covers over our heads.  Both ideas seem good to me.

Ciao