Thursday's meeting for the Marine Corp Ball was extremely fruitful. The five of us, four men and me, decided on a Band, price, offering of two different meals, color guard and fliers. Since we have been meeting for months, this is the first time we have really made progress. We are hoping after things are finaled we can get more people from the District to volunteer to help. We still need to get the tickets made, opportunity prizes etc. I've done so many functions through the years that the only difference with this one is that it involves men. We'll see how this works out.
We set a date for the next meeting and the head of the District had to change it due to a conflict. There were an email between our local man and the District man that turned into a little snarky exchange. The boys aren't playing nice in the sand box. I"m sure this is just a small blip.
I worked on my star wands, which if I say so myself turned out great. I'm gearing up for next Friday's trip to Ontario and the Hilton. My big concern is what evening gown to wear....I know everyone should have that concern. The problem is that hardly anything fits me as they are to big. Another non problem, problem. I'm sure I'll find something in the back of my closet that I can jerry rig. The gown I was going to wear is way to sexy for that group so it will remain in the closet until I can bring it out for the next function that demands that type of dress.
My brother is back in northeast Ohio in meetings with his college board that he is on. He will be visiting relatives while he is back in Ohio. I suppose one of these days I need to haul my butt back there to see people. My only thought is that the key word is from and returning is a scary thought. I always feel like I'll never get out of that state once I return.
Haven't heard from Dez for a day or two. I know he is in Alabama and I don't know if his eighth grandchild has been born. I hope so. I figure he'll tell me if that happens. It will delay his coming back to California if it happens next week, but duty is duty. He is still bitching about the birth screwing up his April work.
Vet man has sent me texts almost daily. When we were sitting at the table at the MCB meeting several guys, that I know, who have wives, came by and there wasn't one of them that didn't stop kiss me hello or put their arms around me. The table boys told me to stop flirting. Really? Vet man expecially razzed me about it.
I wish I wasn't so picky. There are very few men I'm attracted to or that I want to go out with and when I do decide to go out it is usually a disaster, to wit the San Diego guy. You would think after having over six thousand men view my profile on Match that I would be able to find one that is acceptable besides Dez. Not so. I left Senior People Meet, where Dez contacted me, and several other sites. I came so close to not meeting Dez as I thought he was way to young. He literally begged me to meet him for coffee, which turned into lunch and a six hour meeting. Young or not there is something there for both of us, which he has admitted to. Pheromones I suppose. We keep saying our relationship is casual and I'm hoping in a lot of ways it stays that way. He is to much of a bad boy and as I told him he basically is a player and a sports dater. He wasn't happy with that title, but if the shoe fits. I use to be and could be again, but the choices of men are so sad out there in the big old world, it seems like way to much trouble. Dez travels way to much to have any permanent relationship and as for me I don't think I want a permanent anything. Although I've learned to never say never.
So after planting some pots, washing clothes,cleaning, and fluffing myself up I'm ready to relax. Tomorrow I'm volunteering at a breakfast in the early a.m.
Happy Saturday!
We set a date for the next meeting and the head of the District had to change it due to a conflict. There were an email between our local man and the District man that turned into a little snarky exchange. The boys aren't playing nice in the sand box. I"m sure this is just a small blip.
I worked on my star wands, which if I say so myself turned out great. I'm gearing up for next Friday's trip to Ontario and the Hilton. My big concern is what evening gown to wear....I know everyone should have that concern. The problem is that hardly anything fits me as they are to big. Another non problem, problem. I'm sure I'll find something in the back of my closet that I can jerry rig. The gown I was going to wear is way to sexy for that group so it will remain in the closet until I can bring it out for the next function that demands that type of dress.
My brother is back in northeast Ohio in meetings with his college board that he is on. He will be visiting relatives while he is back in Ohio. I suppose one of these days I need to haul my butt back there to see people. My only thought is that the key word is from and returning is a scary thought. I always feel like I'll never get out of that state once I return.
Haven't heard from Dez for a day or two. I know he is in Alabama and I don't know if his eighth grandchild has been born. I hope so. I figure he'll tell me if that happens. It will delay his coming back to California if it happens next week, but duty is duty. He is still bitching about the birth screwing up his April work.
Vet man has sent me texts almost daily. When we were sitting at the table at the MCB meeting several guys, that I know, who have wives, came by and there wasn't one of them that didn't stop kiss me hello or put their arms around me. The table boys told me to stop flirting. Really? Vet man expecially razzed me about it.
I wish I wasn't so picky. There are very few men I'm attracted to or that I want to go out with and when I do decide to go out it is usually a disaster, to wit the San Diego guy. You would think after having over six thousand men view my profile on Match that I would be able to find one that is acceptable besides Dez. Not so. I left Senior People Meet, where Dez contacted me, and several other sites. I came so close to not meeting Dez as I thought he was way to young. He literally begged me to meet him for coffee, which turned into lunch and a six hour meeting. Young or not there is something there for both of us, which he has admitted to. Pheromones I suppose. We keep saying our relationship is casual and I'm hoping in a lot of ways it stays that way. He is to much of a bad boy and as I told him he basically is a player and a sports dater. He wasn't happy with that title, but if the shoe fits. I use to be and could be again, but the choices of men are so sad out there in the big old world, it seems like way to much trouble. Dez travels way to much to have any permanent relationship and as for me I don't think I want a permanent anything. Although I've learned to never say never.
So after planting some pots, washing clothes,cleaning, and fluffing myself up I'm ready to relax. Tomorrow I'm volunteering at a breakfast in the early a.m.
Happy Saturday!
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