Party of one

I am single. The challenge for today is to discuss my current relationship. I could go the Facebook copout way and say it’s complicated, but it really isn’t. I am single. I ttried really hard this summer to not be single. I really tried. Oddly enough, both guys, while great, are not very confident in themselves which is unfortunate because they are both great in different ways.

Guy 1 talks a good game.Everything he says is just perfect, but his actions don’t support his flow.At all. I should really call him Cyrano because he is clearly speaking for someone else. Guy 2 is mild mannered, almost a little boring, but I appreciate his simple approach to life. It’s charming to a certain extent, but he lacks ambition and drive and really is most comfortable when I tell him what to do. That’s not exciting to me. I mean I am bossy and I manage people for a living but when it comes to a relationship, I really don’t want to be in charge all the time. If I have to make every single decision, guide every conversation, well I can do that on my own. Consequently, I am single and that is okay for now.

Day 9 – My thoughts on ageism

Any type of discrimination is crazy, but I think I might be especially sensitive to ageism.  My parents were a little older than my peers’ parents as they got married and had me later in life so I was constantly responding to questions like: Is that your grandfather? or How old are your parents?  It bothered me a little because other than moving a little slowly, my parents were very capable.  They both worked until very late in life.  Even after my father retired, he still had a part time job as a custodian at one of the office buildings downtown and my mother was always busy doing something. Always. As a result, I think I gravitate towards older people. Most of my friends are older than me and I prefer to date older men (although my track record is about 50/50 in that area). I volunteer at the senior center in my neighborhood and in social settings, I more than likely will find my way to the oldest person in the room.  It might be a sense of security or maybe I just appreciate the history that their presence represents.