Wednesday, March 29, 2006

Man Jobs

My clothes are hanging on the line, flapping in the breeze. Well, I guess "breeze" is one way to define it when you have a wind advisory.

I came home for lunch. Early this morning I tossed in a load of clothes that would need to be hung out. It's rare I can plan ahead for even a few hours, but -hey- every once in a while I manage.

I'm also taking the opportunity to take care of a few other household chores - like dealing with the trash. Taking out the trash is what I call a "man job," but since I don't have a man in my life at the moment, I have to fill in. So it goes...

I've had a couple of people try to fix me up, but I'm just not interested quite yet. I will be, but just not yet.

But, for future reference, in case you're someone who reads this blog and you know someone you want to fix me up with - there are some requirements I'm not willing to compromise on.

- he can't be living with his mama... or his daddy... or both

I realize there are sometimes good reasons for this - like health issues - but if that is the case it's probably not a good time for him to be in a relationship. Have him call me when everything is resolved. I don't need to be involved in anyone's crisis.

- he has to have some passion about something

It doesn't have to be something I'm passionate about, but I find that people who don't have some passion about something are just really dull.

- he has to be funny

Yeah, I know, but I just don't have anyone in my world who's not funny.

- no moody man

I know we all have moods at one time or another, and that's understandable, but I just cannot deal with a man who has more PMS than I do.

- no drama

Life comes with enough drama. I don't want anyone in my life who creates it just for the fun of it.

- no mid-life crisis

Regardless of the age at which it occurs - sometimes in the 20s, 30s, 40s, etc. - I don't want to be involved. I've already been down this road with two men and I've done my time on this one. I had a mid-life crisis, too. I went and bought some new shoes, gave myself a talking-to, and got over it. I highly recommend it. Of course, if you can afford the sports car - or want the psuedo sports car if you can't afford the real one - go for it. But, you're still going to be living the same life you were the day before. It won't fix it, any more than new shoes will. Shoes are just cheaper.

Am I picky? Hell, yes. There's a reason I have nothing bad to say about anyone I've been involved with in the past - I've always been picky. They are all great guys. I don't intend for that to change.

I'd rather be alone than wish I were.

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