Blog Freely on 4/15/2016

It has been a while since I’ve blogged freely. Sometimes I go back and read some of my old posts from when I used to blog about every little brain fart.

I mean… Remember when I was “A Single Writer in LA?”

LOL!!!

So much has changed since then. I’m older. Wiser. I’m no longer single. I haven’t lived in LA in five years–although I did return last year for like six months. I had been living in other cities which are totally different from home and NEEDED to return to my normalcy for a little while. Well… Here’s what I can’t live with EVER AGAIN: Traffic and Smog. They both just plainly suck. But I did Tito’s Tacos. Also, Orleans and York. Krispy Kreme. Grocery delivery to avoid traffic. Of course it was a whole production I had to plan to get to those places while facing the least traffic possible. Never worked. Which is why I didn’t gain weight overindulging on tacos, burritos, refried beans, shrimp po-boys and glazed donuts.

Sigh…

Also…

I met my boyfriend simply because I lived in LA. The city was getting to me–all the traffic, all the smog, all the needing to drive to get where I want to go. So my aunt needed to offload some days on her timeshare in Palm Springs and volunteered to take them.  Because I love Palm Springs. Actually, one day, I would love to write a Palm Springs Love Story.

Humph. I think I’ll stop while I’m ahead just in case I want the PS Love Story to mirror real life!

My boyfriend and I, we have a good one to tell. It was definitely fate that brought us together. And there was no magic bullet. We’ve had to work on our relationship to get this far. The chemistry that we share is in our friendship. The night we met we bonded over agreeing with each other philosophically.

Sigh…

OK. I’ll tell you the story.

So my cousin wanted to get out that night. It was a Saturday night. I think. Could’ve been Friday. Anyway, I had a deadline because I always have a deadline. Deadlines rule and run my life. So, she calls me and says, do you still want to go? I’m trying to get a read on her tone so I say in my hum drum voice, “I don’t know, do you?”

“Yeah,” she says excitedly.

And was like dang it she really wants to get out and play tonight. Ok so yeah, when it came to men , I was a bit of a snob. I was like, I’ll go out with her but for sure I’m not going to find the guy I’m going to bond with in Palm Springs. I needed a guy who thought big, lived big, the world was his oyster. More than that this guy that I wanted had to be on satellite am radio while the world was on the all the other real channels. One in a million. The one guy who would let me be my goofy, serious, philosophical, passionate and then more goofiness self. This guy, I’m telling you, deep down inside I knew he didn’t exist.

So yeah. So I continued working on my story and then put on my black DVF dress and high Roman sandals along with my long sweater or a moto jacket–I can’t remember. When my cousin showed up LATE I was committed to a quick dinner, a glass of wine an then return to my accommodations. The bed was comfortable. My brain was on overload. And we were going out in a town where there would be no man who would rise to my caliber as far as I was concerned.

So we went to this popular place on Palm Canyon Dr. I mean, the tacky outfits and makeup. Right away snobby me was turned off. Plus they were smoking. Yuck. Anyway. I forgot what my cousin and I were talking about but I think she repeated how much she needed a man about twenty times. Of course, I believed in something different. I believed in needing a LIFE.  A big HAPPY and FREE life. I believe that is God’s promise and not crazy religions. Anyway. So we order this HORRIBLE tasting pizza and I mean the food at this place is not the best which is why I’m not naming it. It’s all about the social scene which is full of a bunch of people who don’t know better. They’re not there for the food! So… This guy is sitting on the sofa bench across from us. He can’t keep his eyes off me. He’s too young. And he looks like a marine. I look fifteen years younger than my age and sometimes twenty years younger. I still get carded! Anyway, I said no to both of his details–young and marine. I need a MAN. A worldly MAN who isn’t afraid of LIFE and HAPPINESS and is willing to do whatever it takes to secure both. That means get up and go on a whim and not be beholden to duty and so forth. So he had great “dets” but those details were not for me.

So.

My cousin is looking around. She does this thing where she’s talking to me and her eyes are rolling all over the place. (If she’s reading this–I LOVE YOU but it’s the truth. LOL!) So she asks if I want to go check out the dance floor and I was like, “no. If I’m going to be here, then I’m going to sit my tail in this chair right here.” I was such a sour lemon. Jeez. But I told her that she could go check it out all she wants. Listen, she was on the prowl. I just wanted to go already.  This guy comes up and draws our pictures. She makes him draw it over because she said it didn’t look like her. I looked look an alien too in my drawing but I didn’t care. Then later she gets up to go to the bathroom and that’s when HE walks in–the guy who would eventually end up being my boyfriend and his friend….

Tune in for the rest in next week’s blog freely!

LOL!!!

I know. I’m so cruel but I have to get back to work.