I just read the lyrics for the song, the Wobble, and I am blushing. It’s about sex. It’s a really fun dance, though, mostly for women, although Saturday, as I wobbled with forty other people on a postage stamp of a dance floor at a Vallejo winery, there were at least four guys. We each… Continue reading Doing the Wobble While Being Old
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Pretending to Be Fat
I found this photo of myself this morning, in a glass cabinet where I stuff important stuff. I don’t remember putting the photo in there, but here it is. I wore hats even back then. I am working on a middle grade novel, so that provides me with an outlet to write daily. My blog… Continue reading Pretending to Be Fat
Red Flags Popping Up All Over
(re-run) Nancy met online at Our Time. Alan liked her profile and her pictures and contacted Nancy. He offered up his phone number. She called him and got to know him a little bit. They made a date for a Monday night. They met at the Lafayette Park Hotel for dinner and drinks. He was… Continue reading Red Flags Popping Up All Over
Date with a Cad
(re-run) Against her better judgment Svetlana met up with a man from Match.com and….drum roll….he met her expectations of the Cad. A cad is a man who is aware of the codes of conduct, which separate a gentleman from a ruffian, but finds himself unable to live up to them. Cads are capable of disguising themselves as… Continue reading Date with a Cad
Postpone Dementia, Have More Sex
(re-run) At breakfast, I was reading my sister’s AARP magazine for April and May, particularly the article called “Your Body at 60” by Sari Harrar. On page 39 she says that “the more sex you have now, the lower your risk for dementia in your later years.”If that isn’t license to have more time in… Continue reading Postpone Dementia, Have More Sex
Late-night Loser
(re-run) I met a guy at a dance. We emailed each other for a week (before texting). We decided to meet at Bing Crosby’s. I took a seat at the bar, and asked for water. After all, I’d had two glasses of wine already, waiting for him to get off work at the TV station… Continue reading Late-night Loser
Getting Some Action
Hooking up, doing the nasty, bumping uglies.Getting down, kicking it, going all the way.Doing it, doing the deed.There are many euphemisms for having sex, or as Sheldon on the Big Bang Theory would say, “having coitus,” and once he even said, “Dance with no pants.”In the olden days, someone wrote a song about making whoopee. Having sex… Continue reading Getting Some Action
Postpone Dementia, Have More Sex
At breakfast, I was reading my sister’s AARP magazine for April and May, particularly the article called “Your Body at 60” by Sari Harrar. On page 39 she says that “the more sex you have now, the lower your risk for dementia in your later years.”If that isn’t license to have more time in bed… Continue reading Postpone Dementia, Have More Sex
Late-night Loser
(re-run) I met a guy at a dance. We emailed each other for a week (before texting). We decided to meet at Bing Crosby’s. I took a seat at the bar, and asked for water. After all, I’d had two glasses of wine already, waiting for him to get off work at the TV station… Continue reading Late-night Loser
Late-night Loser
(re-run) I met a guy at a dance. We emailed each other for a week (before texting). We decided to meet at Bing Crosby’s. I took a seat at the bar, and asked for water. After all, I’d had two glasses of wine already, waiting for him to get off work at the TV station… Continue reading Late-night Loser
FIRST DATE, WORST DATE EVER! 