Saw a friend for lunch. A friend is a general term to describe people who are not husbands or boyfriends. In my world, it's really that simple.
We talk about his trip. We think alike. Regardless what happens in the future, he's in my life. We don't have a complicated relationship. He's younger, a lot younger.
We think alike and I think he likes me slightly more than I like him. Which makes a difference in relationship dynamics. He reads all my FB postings. Asks about them. He says "It's great to see you." I ignore him, then I realize I should be polite, so I answer back, "Good to see you too."
It all boils down to who has the upper hand. Inherently every relationship is established based on an upper hand or lower hand. Who will break whose heart in the end.
Men are attracted to me because I'm head strong, confident, experienced and take charge. I call the shots. I suggest things and they follow. It's really simple. Some of these men are quite attractive and successful, and young. But the moment they listen to me, and agree with me, the minute I lose interest.
He's kept my interest for a while because we are friends. I genuinely like him. Think he's super smart, incredibly down to earth, totally likes me and respects me and transparent. Plus he's cute, Scandinavian cute. I like blond guys with blue eyes. Always did. I like tall guys, freakishly tall guys. But more importantly, I like good guys. He's a good guy.
It is not to say men who go against my wishes and treat me poorly makes me want them more.
it is a fine balance. I have yet to figure out the tipping point.
I need men to feel inspired to write. I need love to feel strong and settled. But I don't know what love is.
I have recently talked to a girlfriend, warned her about her relationship. Told her not to be involved with another. "She's broken. It takes one to know one. You will get your heart broken." She wouldn't listen and her heart is now broken.
I'm broken. I seek something. But I don't know what I am looking for. There is a part of me that is hollow and unfulfilled.
A few men came into and out of my life. A great way to break their hearts is the hot and cold strategy. I did that expertly. But nothing was gained. I felt miserable. Not a good thing. Karma is a bitch.
I do think there must be a great way out of this.
I'm still pondering. I have time to figure this out. I must figure this out.
Until then, I will write. I will write in my transitioned blog sites. About now, past, and a future unknown.
We talk about his trip. We think alike. Regardless what happens in the future, he's in my life. We don't have a complicated relationship. He's younger, a lot younger.
We think alike and I think he likes me slightly more than I like him. Which makes a difference in relationship dynamics. He reads all my FB postings. Asks about them. He says "It's great to see you." I ignore him, then I realize I should be polite, so I answer back, "Good to see you too."
It all boils down to who has the upper hand. Inherently every relationship is established based on an upper hand or lower hand. Who will break whose heart in the end.
Men are attracted to me because I'm head strong, confident, experienced and take charge. I call the shots. I suggest things and they follow. It's really simple. Some of these men are quite attractive and successful, and young. But the moment they listen to me, and agree with me, the minute I lose interest.
He's kept my interest for a while because we are friends. I genuinely like him. Think he's super smart, incredibly down to earth, totally likes me and respects me and transparent. Plus he's cute, Scandinavian cute. I like blond guys with blue eyes. Always did. I like tall guys, freakishly tall guys. But more importantly, I like good guys. He's a good guy.
It is not to say men who go against my wishes and treat me poorly makes me want them more.
it is a fine balance. I have yet to figure out the tipping point.
I need men to feel inspired to write. I need love to feel strong and settled. But I don't know what love is.
I have recently talked to a girlfriend, warned her about her relationship. Told her not to be involved with another. "She's broken. It takes one to know one. You will get your heart broken." She wouldn't listen and her heart is now broken.
I'm broken. I seek something. But I don't know what I am looking for. There is a part of me that is hollow and unfulfilled.
A few men came into and out of my life. A great way to break their hearts is the hot and cold strategy. I did that expertly. But nothing was gained. I felt miserable. Not a good thing. Karma is a bitch.
I do think there must be a great way out of this.
I'm still pondering. I have time to figure this out. I must figure this out.
Until then, I will write. I will write in my transitioned blog sites. About now, past, and a future unknown.
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