Happy McMedium
So…life has been very interesting these last few years. That much I can say for sure. I’ve met so many people whether just as friends or meeting with the prospect of dating. Some I have kept in contact with and others I have not. Where I am right now in time is this: I am single, I am content, I have life goals for both me and my daughters happiness.
Often times I’ve asked my friends why I have not yet found the person I’m meant to be with in life. And even more times I’ve asked them why others around me have found their life partners so quickly and with very little networking involved? Their advice has been clear and simple. I am not settling for just anyone in order to not be alone in life. Other people have fewer items on their checklists when it comes to a partner because they fear living a lonely life. They put up with emotional abuse, addictions, cheating or other less hurtful things out of sheer fear and the panic of their clocks ticking. I am not one of those people. I know that I can and will be okay, but choose to have a partner in my life as a compliment to life and not to be my entire universe. My universe revolves around my family, my daughter, my friends, my home and my career. To add someone to that universe, they need to understand my world, and start their journey around the sun with me bringing me into their world also. To meld worlds and to combine each other’s experiences, love of family and friends and to begin a new trip around the sun together.
To find a happy medium may seem easy enough on paper, but in reality, it’s not so easy to locate. I wish that I could punch it into my GPS in my car and it would steer me directly to that point of the map where this is located. Instead, my internal GPS has me taking all sorts of mini trips and using the longest, yet most scenic routes possible. These various trips have been both frustrating and fun, but in the end, not where I wanted to end up being. Not that I can’t look back and say WOW I sure have met some interesting people and made some great friends. I’ve done things I’ve never done before and I’ve gone places I’ve always wanted to go, and even to some places I didn’t want to go. Perhaps I wouldn’t have done these things, or had these experiences if I was in a relationship all these years, or if I had settled and gotten back into another situation that was bound to end up in divorce or tolerated lackluster complacency.
Each trip I have taken in my life has lead me to where I am today. With a clearer understanding of what I want out of life, what I want out of a partner in life, and where I want to go. So yet a new road ahead of me waits and another journey into a brand new year. This year will surely bring me to new places and into new exciting, or terrifying worlds… and that much I am greatly looking forward to.
Let’s start the ride! Upwards and onwards!
Dr Suess
Oh, The Places You'll Go !
Congratulations!
Today is your day.
You're off to Great Places!
You're off and away!
You have brains in your head.
You have feet in your shoes
You can steer yourself
any direction you choose.
You're on your own. And you know what you know.
And YOU are the "GIRL" who'll decide where to go.
Thursday, December 23, 2010
Sunday, December 19, 2010
Munchkinland
Merry Christmas to all and to all a great New Year!
Long overdue....
Munchkinland
I am a tall girl but not above average. At 5’8 ½ I am taller than most women, but still not an Amazon by any stretch of the imagination. I love my shoes as most women do. I do not have an over abundance of shoes, but I like my heels. I work in a professional environment and have always dressed accordingly in all of my jobs other than at 7-11. I wear heels. With my favourite shoes on, I can hit up to the 6’0 mark. Now that you know this about me, I shall continue with my story.
I’ve met some short men aka munchkins, or as a very tall and very close friend of mine calls them “pygmies”. I’m shall now apologize to all of the short men and their mothers but I cannot date a short man. I should also not be made to wear flat shoes like a well known Hollywood actress who was only permitted to wear flat shoes around her ex husband and did so for years. Short men seem to try to compensate for their height by being bold. I have had many short men contact me over the last 3 years saying that they appreciate tall women and prefer them. Usually I get told that they love long legs on a woman. I’m sorry but I do not appreciate when a man has to talk to my belly button all night long as I’m using his head as a leaning post. I also cannot enjoy any conversation when I have to bend down to talk to his ear in a crowded location while out watching a band play. Some women can, my tall female friends and I cannot. It is not fun as a girl to hug, or kiss for that matter, a guy downwards. We do not want to feel like the mother figure or be in the dominating role as a hugger/kisser. We want to be the huggee and not the hugger. I met a guy that I was introduced to through the dating site. He also happened to be a friend of a friend. So I thought that this was a good start. It was like dating with references as another friend of mine so perfectly put it. We spoke on the phone for hours and hit it off in so many ways. His photos were not the best quality, but his personality was winning me over. He told me that he was 5’8. We met at a local restaurant on a hot summer day. I was in flip flops so as not to tower over him. In height, he came up to my nose. He also failed to mention that he may have shrunken over the course of the last 48 hours. At that moment, I had become stuck in a dinner date with a very short man who kept looking up at me with the longing of a little lost puppy. I made the best of it and after the date was over I was honest with him. I cannot date a short man.
So to all the short men out there who strive to date much taller women: Please do not make us feel guilty for wearing our beloved heels or for being born taller than you.
Rule Number 2: Never go to dinner on a first date or meeting. You are locked into the date for a minimum of an hour (if you are lucky). Keep it short and casual.
Long overdue....
Munchkinland
I am a tall girl but not above average. At 5’8 ½ I am taller than most women, but still not an Amazon by any stretch of the imagination. I love my shoes as most women do. I do not have an over abundance of shoes, but I like my heels. I work in a professional environment and have always dressed accordingly in all of my jobs other than at 7-11. I wear heels. With my favourite shoes on, I can hit up to the 6’0 mark. Now that you know this about me, I shall continue with my story.
I’ve met some short men aka munchkins, or as a very tall and very close friend of mine calls them “pygmies”. I’m shall now apologize to all of the short men and their mothers but I cannot date a short man. I should also not be made to wear flat shoes like a well known Hollywood actress who was only permitted to wear flat shoes around her ex husband and did so for years. Short men seem to try to compensate for their height by being bold. I have had many short men contact me over the last 3 years saying that they appreciate tall women and prefer them. Usually I get told that they love long legs on a woman. I’m sorry but I do not appreciate when a man has to talk to my belly button all night long as I’m using his head as a leaning post. I also cannot enjoy any conversation when I have to bend down to talk to his ear in a crowded location while out watching a band play. Some women can, my tall female friends and I cannot. It is not fun as a girl to hug, or kiss for that matter, a guy downwards. We do not want to feel like the mother figure or be in the dominating role as a hugger/kisser. We want to be the huggee and not the hugger. I met a guy that I was introduced to through the dating site. He also happened to be a friend of a friend. So I thought that this was a good start. It was like dating with references as another friend of mine so perfectly put it. We spoke on the phone for hours and hit it off in so many ways. His photos were not the best quality, but his personality was winning me over. He told me that he was 5’8. We met at a local restaurant on a hot summer day. I was in flip flops so as not to tower over him. In height, he came up to my nose. He also failed to mention that he may have shrunken over the course of the last 48 hours. At that moment, I had become stuck in a dinner date with a very short man who kept looking up at me with the longing of a little lost puppy. I made the best of it and after the date was over I was honest with him. I cannot date a short man.
So to all the short men out there who strive to date much taller women: Please do not make us feel guilty for wearing our beloved heels or for being born taller than you.
Rule Number 2: Never go to dinner on a first date or meeting. You are locked into the date for a minimum of an hour (if you are lucky). Keep it short and casual.
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