Wednesday, January 26, 2011

Fuck, I'm so tired of all this moving around.

Life is pretty fucking crazy. I went from restless college student/single mom, to European romance/ending oh-so-quickly, to live aboard boat dweller temporarily till I thought I settled into my house in Venice. Only to discover it is rotting away with toxic black mold.
Here we go again.
Back to restless single mom living in the country....
Half time in Austin, half time in the country??? Why not?? My daughter is with her pops half time. Why not be with my man half time? Can I afford it? That is the real question. With the state of affairs at work, most likely, not.
I SO want to say FUCK IT ALL. Or where I come from: FUCK ALL YA'LL.
I'd move to Austin with the finest man I have ever met and bring my daughter with me if they'd let me. But that would be selfish for her. Right? She needs her dad.
Sigh....
No wonder I am so restless. Even I want to settle down and can't find the place to do it. Would someone just marry me and knock me up? That seemed to work before. If only he'd been prepared for the responsibility.
Arggghhh.

Monday, January 10, 2011

Home, sweet home.

So, after many long months away, on my best behavior, I am back. Single as ever. My Swiss man proved his priorities were far too different and self serving than mine and I had to give him away. Only after selling everything, subletting my place in the hills and moving for one short month to Europe. Only to find I have made far too many sacrifices and he has made none.
So I'm back. With more power than before.
I got an amazing cottage in Venice and have been sampling the local cuisine. Of men, that is. So many boys, so little time. Really, they are all boys around here, even the old ones. Who can blame them? The city of lost angeles houses the largest adult playground with one beauty after another around every corner. No wonder they do not settle down. It's hard enough to make dinner plans around here in case something better comes up. Imagine actually committing!
I went on three amazing dates in three days with a chap I met on Match.com. Then he never called me again. No surprise, I guess. Except I was completely surprised. The only excuse for his disappearance at this point would be a very long coma. Sadly all the women I have shared this story with are all to familiar with how it played out. I'd like to give him a piece of my mind but don't want to waste my time or energy seeking him out.
Lucky for me Texas holds the full house when it comes to gentlemen. And even luckier to call it home. I think it's a little bit culture, a little bit lifestyle and a whole lot of family values that makes people there so genuine. I've found a diamond, if we can make the distance dissappear. One way or another, I'm going home.

Luv it here.

This is the Harry Potter stage in my life where I pay astronomical rent and sleep in the pull out under my daughter's Captain's bunk bed.

It's so romantic. And yes, I have rocked that angle with willing partners. Gotta love Venice, CA and the men who inhabit it.

My dating life consists of an old friend from high school who wines, dines and 69's me better than anyone, and my ex husbands fiance's ex boyfriend. Sweet. What goes around cums around. She has my ex and I have hers.

Retribution paid for undeserving dislike, until now.

And the best part is: we have the best chemistry of anyone I've ever been with. Electrifying. "The fire that burns twice as bright burns half as long" is the piece of wisdom that compels me to pursue something that is obviously a bad idea but worth its weight in sexual gold. I'll ride this one out, so to speak. Let the pieces fall where they may. Heartbreak central.