Each day when we wake up, we have the opportunity to experience all that life brings our way. It seems that this is a very fruitful time of opportunity in my life. There have been weeks, months and even years of same-ness in my life. Where you know what is likely to happen on any given day. What I’ve learned though is that those times are important. Times of consistency and same-ness. In my opinion, it’s because I’m not learning the lessons of that period of time. So it repeats and repeats and repeats. Until I ‘get it.’ Maybe the lessons in those times of same-ness are the lessons of gratitude, acceptance, and patience. Maybe the lessons of same-ness are repeating so that I take notice of what my life is actually like. So the lesson is to really open my eyes and see my life as it is. Then I can make adjustments in order to achieve what I’d like to have more of or less of in my life. It all has its purpose.
This time of opportunities is far-reaching. I’ve moved into an apartment after leaving my 16-year marriage. I haven’t lived alone since I was 19. During the years of raising kids, I didn’t even get to tear my own toilet paper because there was always a toddler there who wanted to help mommy. Those first days in my apartment was like a culture shock. Everything was different from my life as I’d known it. That’s when it hit me. I’m getting a ‘do-over’ in my life. Do-overs don’t frequently happen for people, so I know I have to make the most of it. Leave no stone unturned. I have to make it count.
I’m contacted several times a day by would-be suitors from the various dating sites. It’s amazing to me the things that these men have said to me or asked me. It’s actually pretty horrifying. I’ve learned that every person on the dating sites is looking for something different. The goal is to find someone who is looking for something similar. I had to first figure out what it is I’m looking for. From the meet & greets I’ve had so far, all I’ve been able to figure out is what I don’t want. I guess it’s a start.
Goose is a very attentive man. We have ongoing text conversations that last the whole day. Of course there are gaps for work and driving and sleeping. There is so much fun and laughter happening. I’m enjoying myself. There are also some very odd coincidences. His first name and middle name is the same as my ex. His wife died just over a year ago, and her job is the same as a job I once had at the hospital. We also have very similar likes and interests. He is as spontaneous and adventurous as I am. So when he asked me out for dinner on Friday evening, I was elated. We agreed to meet at a casino between where we each live.
Wheels has also been checking in daily. He’s down to earth and very funny. We have great conversations. He also asked for a date on Friday. Lunch it is! He said he’d order in and we’d have lunch and watch a movie together at his place. Now normally, I wouldn’t go to a guy’s place for a first date. But, since Wheels is in a wheelchair I felt relatively safe in making that choice. I called the girls with my latest social schedule. Tammy’s ‘OMG!’ means ‘how do you get so many dates? What are you doing to these men?’ and Michele’s OMG! means, ‘I would never date more than one man at a time. and ‘ You shouldn’t go to a man’s apartment!’ Once we’ve got that out-of-the-way, they both listen intently about each guy. Opinions abound! Oh gosh I love my girlfriends.
Well, I work some crazy hours sometimes. Tonight I’m working til midnight. But an opportunity presented itself when I got an email from Wheels. He’s excited to meet me and wishes he didn’t have to wait til Friday to meet in person. So… even though I’m not dressed for a date, I agreed to meet him at Denny’s at 12:30 am. I didn’t call Michele. But I think she’d still be alright with it, since it wasn’t at his apartment. (NOT! She’d have yelled at me for agreeing to meet a guy so late at night.) I did call Tammy though. She said, ‘have fun but don’t call me til morning.’ (Oh married girls.. they think they need sleep.)
I pulled into the Denny’s parking lot and he was just parking his van. I walked up to the driver’s window and smiled and said hi. He asked me to walk around to the other side of the van. The door opened and the ramp lowered, and out he came. He was smiling all over the place. I gave him a hug and we went inside. The waitress moved a chair so he could pull his wheelchair up to the table. We shared a “Moon’s Over My Hammy’ breakfast platter. I wasn’t really hungry but what else can you do at Denny’s? Wheels said he didn’t think I’d really show up. He thought I’d just blow him off. (I showed him didn’t I?) We laughed and talked. It was then that he got a quizzical look on his face. When I asked him to explain, he said he didn’t realize what kind of girl I was. He had made an assumption about me because I agreed to meet him so late. (Guys don’t always think with their brains, if ‘ya know what I mean.) He apologized for thinking of me that way. I told him I’d have to wash his mind out with soap. He asked me not to. He said he enjoyed the thoughts he was having. Sicko! Lol.