I caved. I’m working for the first time in my life with a pair of reading glasses on my face.
I hit three different optical stores at the mall searching for an over-the-counter pair. All of them looked like granny glasses and announced, “I’m fucking old.” WalMart had a perfect dark blue frame for $17 that suits my face well. What a deal.
So, I guess I’m old, but I think I have a somewhat sexy, intelligent look in these things that could even be a turn-on for the right guy.
Speaking of guys…
Since it seemed to work pretty well last week when I selfishly reclaimed my Sunday, I’ve decided to make it a standard practice, at least until someone comes along who makes me feel inclined to share.
I saw the Dentist again last weekend for lunch; he and the Rock Star missed each other at my house by 20 minutes. Since both of them are local, I suppose need to have a conversation with each of them about my status, which is that I am dating.
I define dating as spending time doing fun things with men whom I find interesting. I am not husband-hunting, nor do I want to be in a serious relationship. I say that, but if the right man were in the right place at the right time, I think my story would change.
The Rock Star has professed his love for me, but it seems sophomoric to me – really. I don’t think he loves me, as much as he just loves having a “girlfriend,” as he defines it.
And the poor Dentist seems a little confused, perhaps because his sister lives across from me and could have easily told him about the jacked-up Jeep in my driveway last Saturday night. I dunno.
So I have two offers for birthday celebrations next week (it’s Tuesday), but my choice and honest preference is to spend November 24th with my kids. The boys can wait for a more appropriate weekend time to entertain me.
I’ve already gotten my most important birthday gift, anyway. Mr. Nice Guy has never forgotten – not once in 23 years. His package arrived this week, and it’s sitting here on my desk, unopened, until Tuesday. He’s just amazing. I still wonder if he’s The One.