The Last Song

Did you know I'd go to sleep
And leave the lights on
Hopin' you'd come by
And know that I was home and still awake
But two years go by and still my lights on
This is hard for me to say
But this is all that I can say

It's the last song I'll ever write for you
It's the last time that I'll tell you
Just how much I really care
This is the last song I'll ever sing for you

I've been thinking a lot about ending the blog.  A lot.  This is not an act to get attention.  I just don't enjoy writing it anymore.

You see, I've been going through some changes these past few months and my goals in life and my desires in life are changing. 

In our new hire training class, we show this DVD of Randy Pausch's Last Lecture.  Randy was a professor at Carnegie Mellon who was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer and given a few months to live.  He decided to do a "last lecture" at CMU listing his childhood dreams and lessons learned.  He mentions the "head fake" -- where you do one thing but your goal is actually something else.  Like -- teaching someone a computer programming language but making it so fun that they think they are just designing games.  His whole lecture was a "head fake" -  he made it sound like he was recalling his life lessons but really, he was giving advice to his young children on how he wanted them to live their lives - with no regrets.  I saw the video a long time ago, back when he was still alive, and it made an impact on me then.   I still get these chills when I watch it now.  There is a lot to be said for the life lessons he wants his children to learn.  Google the transcript or the video and listen/watch with an open heart and open mind.  There are gems. We can all learn from it.

So - here's my head fake.  This blog.... well...  I intended it to be an accounting of whimsical dating stories, funny observations, and my own life lessons, offset by song lyrics.  The reality is - the entire blog -- the whole year's worth of writings (all 200+ entries) were actually intended for two men in life.  Two men I wanted to know more about me. I wanted to give them a "cheat sheet" of sorts about me.  How to deal with me, how to talk to me, how to get to know me.  I know I can be difficult at times.  I've been told I can be too aloof.  I can be too moody. ("doom and gloom" as a friend puts it.)  I've had a lot of rough times in my life.  I've had a lot of fun in my life.  I have ambitions and dreams.  I've been in love and I've been hurt. I wanted a shot at showing these men who I really am inside.  I can't exactly walk up to these men and say, "Hey, look, here's what I want you to know about me and I think that if you know this about me, you will realize just how great we could be together... as friends... as more than friends... whatever."  Oh, I've tried.  But, they just aren't interested in me that way.  Or in any way.  I gave it a valiant effort.  One of the men is from my past.  One of the men is from my present.  Ironically, I don't think either man has read more than one or two of my entries. 

My head fake failed and to be honest, I think I need to spend some time living life instead of approaching everything as a possible blog entry or way to impress someone who doesn't want to be impressed.  I think it's time for me to go back to keeping a journal of these personal thoughts and focus on other types of writing -- lighter, funnier.  Less about me.  More universal. Something that will help me make money some day and let me live in that big ole beach house on a cliff overlooking a tumultuous sea.

So - as my "swan song" of sorts until I can figure out what happens next-- I leave you with a bunch of random thoughts circulating my head.  Observations, ponderances, stuff.  Things I'm thinking.  Things I wished I had said.  Things I wish I hadn't said. :)

When I have a cold and mention it to a co-worker, instead of offering sympathy, the first thing she does is screech that I'd better not get her sick.  Nevermind that when she's sick, she snorts and sneezes and coughs on everyone and doesn't care if she gets anyone sick.


When I have a cold, my singing voice improves.  It's very odd.  I sound like Adele.  Of course, it could just be my imagination.


When I win the lottery, in addition to having someone make me breakfast every day and lemon bars once a month, I also want home-made chicken noodle soup when I have a cold.

My hormones are going crazy.  I don't know if it's some weird pre-menopause thing or what.  But, I think about sex almost all the time.  Yeah, I know, too much information.  I'm going out with a bang.  ;)  I have these vivid sex dreams.  I don't know if it is because I read that damned Fifty Shades of Grey or what.  But, I think it's a sign I probably need to reconsider cancelling my dating profiles.

Living on a budget sucks.  But it also has opened my eyes to how much money I spend on things I don't really need to survive.  I'm on a straight cash budget now.  I withdraw $X on pay day for groceries and day to day expenses.  When the money is gone, I'm done spending until the next pay day.  It's been hairy.  But, I'm doing it.  I buy dollar store brands and have gotten pretty creative with the stuff in my freezer and cupboards.  


Cats are expensive.  I never realized how expensive Abby's food and cat litter were until I had to start paying cash.  She doesn't like cheap food or litter.  I've tried to introduce them into her life.  I put out inexpensive cat food and she didn't eat the entire day and meowed for two solid hours until she was hoarse one night when I got home from work, begging for the expensive stuff. I figured that she'd break down and eat the cheap stuff eventually.  I was wrong.  I felt like a bad cat mommy.  So, I've caved.  Thank goodness for cat food coupons.

I like wearing dresses again.  I like the way I look and feel when I wear them.  I like the attention and compliments I get.  I'm willing to eat more salad and skip snacks so that I can fit into them.  I've never really been a "pants" kind of girl.  I think I would have been quite happy living in the 50s and 60s with those great Marilyn Monroe type dresses.

I'm thinking about moving some place else.  Any place else.  Away from here.  A few weeks ago, I tried to make a list of all of the things I'd miss if I left Virginia and other than people and a dolphin watching cruise, I couldn't think of one wonderful thing I'd miss.  I've been trying to fall in love with the place.  I've been going to festivals and parks and events.  I've been trying to keep an open heart and open mind.  But, I don't feel like this is home for me anymore.  I want some place smaller, quieter.  Less congested. But, where?  I am honestly thinking about putting all 50 states into a hat and picking one and just finding something there.


I keep having fantasies about what it would be like to be stranded on an island Blue Lagoon-style with a man.  See bullet above about hormones.


I've turned my back on a friend who is having problems and I worry that Karma is gonna kick me in the metaphorical nuts. (Coz I don't really have nuts to be kicked.)  I did it out of "tough love" because they need to make some decisions without my help or interference.  I worry about them every day and wish I could fix things for them.



I was more adventurous with foods when I was a kid than I am now.  I think back to how I would try just about anything when I was a kid but now, I'm pretty set in my ways and like what I like.  I'd suck as a judge on a cooking show.

I think I'd enter into a relationship like that in 50 Shades of Grey with the right person.

I also think I'd probably try to make him fall in love with me, which would defeat the whole purpose of the relationship.

I considered suicide twice in my life.  It doesn't matter when or why.  In the end, the "hope" of something better kept me from actually doing it, but I came close both times.  Had the letters written and everything.

I cry when I see dead animals on the side of the road and wonder what little animal family is missing a mom, dad, brother or sister.  If it's a pet-type animal, I wonder what little boy or girl is missing their pet.  

I sometimes think about jumping in my car and just driving away, leaving everything behind.

I talk back to television characters.

I still know most of the quotes and lines from FRIENDS.  I've been watching it every night in repeats.  Reminds me of a happier time.  "When were you ever under me?" 

I purposely included "mushy" songs in the play list that I gave a friend in hopes of softening him up a little because he always seems to be so down on love and anything remotely mushy, that I figured I could expose him to the music and he'd be less negative about it, so that maybe he'll be a happier person.

When I meet new people, I google them to see what I can find out about them, just for giggles.  Nothing too deep.  I also google myself every now and then to see what's out there about me.

Happiness and a positive outlook are great appetite suppressants.  Even if you have to fake it.

I'm hopeful for change and new things in my life. Including, possibly, a relationship.  I'm also thinking about looking into adopting or fostering a child once I get my money issues taken care of.  I need a purpose. Something long term, emotional and serious.

You Oughta Know

You seem very well, things look peaceful
I'm not quite as well, I thought you should know
Did you forget about me Mr. Duplicity
I hate to bug you in the middle of dinner
It was a slap in the face how quickly I was replaced
Are you thinking of me when you fuck her?

Do you think that we are intrinsically drawn to the same kinds of people without realizing it? 

Someone from my past reached out to me recently and told me he has found someone and she is a blonder and thinner version of me. He told me all of the things he likes about her and they are all qualities I possess. We have similar careers and hobbies. He said the kind of car she drives and it's like mine, sort of. We both drive an SUV. The only real difference is that she has been married and I haven't been. He even said, "She's a lot like you." I have no desire to have him back in my life and as Adele says, "I wish him the best..." Still, makes me wonder... Does our heart automatically seek out people like other people we are attracted to/have been attracted to? Even in the friend category, do we replicate what we like over and over?

I found it odd that he wanted to tell me that he found "someone like me".  I was flattered that he has chosen someone like me to be his life-partner.   Still, it was a bit unnerving to discover that there is someone out there who can offer a man the things I thought were uniquely me. I didn't like hearing that she has a sarcastic sense of humor, can whip up a mean home-cooked meal, makes arts and crafty things for people's birthdays and loves animals. She likes to travel, entertain and hang out with friends in quiet settings. She loves to read and go to the beach.  She is a development coach for a company and helps train/hire adults.  She drives (badly) an SUV which he hates because he's avidly environmental and thinks Satan himself invented the SUV.  Blah, blah, blah. I know he was telling me these things to prove to me that he can settle down with "the girl next door".  We only dated briefly and remained casual friends since we stopped dating.  I wasn't that serious about him but at the time, he was looking for someone more glamorous and I wasn't in the mood to be someone more glamorous. He thought his career was going a certain direction and he'd need the glossy trophy wife. I may clean up nice but I'm not into that lifestyle.  

The whole email exchange has made me think, though, about the things that draw people to one another. 

I have a friend who has been struggling with her feelings for a guy she knows.  (Here's the shocker - for once, I'm not writing about me and my relationship woes.) She's a bit younger than me.  We met through a previous job and kept in touch.  I fancy myself the wise, older sister.  She and this other young man work together on a charity project.  When she first met him, she told me, "He's not like any guy I've ever met before.  We clicked immediately.  He thinks I'm smart, funny and cute.  We flirt all the time.  I think this is going to be great."  (I'm taking creative liberties.  It was two years ago.  I can't remember the exact conversation, but basically, she met a wonderful guy who made her feel wonderful and treated her wonderfully.)

Over the course of the past couple of years, I've been privy to all sorts of endearing stories.  He went to a zoo and he bought her a stuffed zebra because it had some sort of sentimental reason for them.  She rode her first roller coaster because he dared her to do it.  He called her on her birthday to sing to her, at the exact time she was born.  They have pet names and special code for things they say to one another.  She saves his texts.  He likes to try to make her laugh when she's trying to be serious.  Cute stuff.  Stuff that Nora Ephron would be all over in Hollywood, set to upbeat Colbie Caillat music about finding that love that makes your whole world brighter than the sun.   She swears that she is in love with him and that she "thinks" he's in love with her.  She thought he knew how she felt about him.  She said she tells him things all the time about how grateful she is that she met him.  She tells him that she hopes she has him in her life forever.  She said she even gave him a "love you, too" comment when he said something snarky to her and he winked at her. However... they have not as much as kissed.  Two years.

Being me, I asked her, "Is he gay?"   She assured me he's not gay and that they talk about sex all the time.  They even flirt about it and he'll say things like, "I bet I could rock your world".  Yet...  nothing.

So, I asked her, "Is there a chance he's seeing someone you don't know about?  Maybe he isn't available?"  I even took it a step further and asked how often they go out and "how" he introduces her to people.

Yeah, I should have kept my mouth shut about that one.

He doesn't take her out.  Ever.  Their only interactions are at the charity events they do together with their mutual cohorts.

Turns out, he also has another female friend that he likes to do things with.  My friend said that she's always known that the other friend exists.  But, they've never met.  She knows her name.  She knows they lived in the same dorm "quad" in college and then later, in graduate school, they lived in a house with several other people.  Now, they live in the same apartment complex.

Being me, being in a honey badger mood, I said to her, "You need to find out where you stand and why he won't let the two of you meet."  (Now, I was not trying to incite drama.  You know how much I hate that.  I was just trying to encourage my friend who is 100% in love with this guy to make sure she wasn't setting herself up for heartache.)

Well, she was able to meet the female friend after much begging and fenangling, whom he insists is "just a friend" (you all know my feelings about that one).

She said to me that they were so much alike that it was scary.  She said that if they had met in any other circumstances, she probably would have wanted to hang out with the woman because they got along that well. She said there was some awkwardness when the two women realized that they had no clue that the other even existed though.  She said her male friend was kind of tense during the meeting and he seemed uncharacteristically silent. She said he wasn't his charming self and seemed almost afraid of what the two women would say to each other.

I asked her if he seemed to have any sort of attraction to the other woman or vice versa.  She said that the other woman did act more like a girlfriend meeting her boyfriend's colleague than a female friend meeting her male friend's romantic interest.  She said the woman was very touchy feely and used "we" a lot.  She said that she mentioned their standing "date" to watch a certain TV show together.  She did a lot of territory marking, according to my friend.

After she was done, I have to tell you, I didn't like the guy very much.  I have never met him.  They both live in Ohio.  However, if I did meet him, I'd probably tell him to grow a set and make a choice.  Pick one of the women.

I've been contemplating this.  He is obviously attracted to a certain type.  But, yet, he won't commit to either woman.  That is bizarre and smacks of stunted emotional development.  And sadly, as long as both women keep giving him what he needs without him having to choose, he'll keep on doing it.

I also had to think about sex.  Two years is a long time for a man to not have sex.  Women -- we can last longer because we have other ways of pleasing our needs (of course, this is just me justifying my dry spell).  Men, and yes I'm generalizing, typically like to have some sort of warm body part every few months.  So, is the territorial one a "friend with benefits" for him?  I want to meet the man who can go longer than that because I want to marry him right now and then spend at least a week making up for our mutual dry spells. :)

I asked my friend if he ever mentions having sex or going on dates.  She said no -- that in the two years she's known him, he's never gone out with anyone "else" (she still thinks they are dating) that she knows of.  She said she doesn't see him/talk to him seven days a week, though, and their charity work only brings them together two or three days a week, if that. But, "We talk all the time" she said.  She said that they talk in the middle of the night and during the day, when he's at work.  She said that you'd think she'd know of something or someone if it was in his life.  I asked if she's ever outright asked.  She said she didn't want to know.  She said that he goes away with his friends frequently to go to concerts and they all stay together in motel rooms to save on money and he never mentions any women or hooking up. I pondered, "Well, why would he?"  I mean -- if he's afraid of risking his perfect set up, he's not going to say, "Got a little strange last night."

Long story short, my friend still thinks she's in the running with this guy and that at some point, he's going to choose her over the other woman.  I'm thinking that unless she does something to set herself apart from the other woman, he's going to keep them both hanging on for as long as he can.  He has his cake, brownies and cookies and can eat all of them if he wants to. 

My friend emailed me a picture of the three of them together and physically, the two women are very different.  My friend is a tall raven haired chick with curves.  She's kind of sweet and innocent looking, though.  She looks like a tall Katy Perry.  The other woman is short, thin and blonde.  Very petite and kind of fragile looking.  Huge eyes. Meg Ryanish. The guy is attractive.  Not model gorgeous or anything.  Not anyone I'd imagine women fighting over, though.  In the photo, he has his arm around the other woman and not at all on my friend.  He is, however, looking directly at my friend with this look of adoration in his eyes, like he genuinely likes her, and is smiling at her.  I get the feeling that he feels loyal to the other woman but wants to be with my friend.  I think the other woman has probably some sort of hold on him and he's afraid to risk that for my friend. Wanna bet it's sex or money? ;)

The whole story is still unresolved. My friend is still being the perfect fake girlfriend and as far as I know, the other female friend is doing the same thing.  If I were a guy, I'd be temped to high five him for his boldness and ability to snag two women who are personality-twins without having to commit to either one. I've removed myself from offering advice as I am having a hard time being objective.  Maybe I should give her the link to the $5 psychic?

This brings me back to the whole "are we drawn to certain types of people?".

I'm not.  At least, not romantically.  If you were to line up all of the men I've dated and/or been "in love" (eyes rolled) with in my life, none of the look the same, act the same or talk the same.  They come from different walks of life, have different colored hair, different colored eyes, and different body shapes.  There were teachers, IT guys, managers, construction workers, motel workers, students, mechanics, artists, call center workers, co-workers ...  Some were very serious.  Some were not.  Some were well educated. Some were not.  Some "got" me.  Some didn't.  Some were funny.  Some were not.   As I evolved, my likes/dislikes evolved.  I've usually tried to find someone who is not like me very much to help alleviate my whole "boredom" thing where I want to switch out something new after a few weeks.  It wasn't until recently that I opened my mind to the whole concept of finding someone more like me who might be my equal instead of my opposite.  We'll see how that works out. 

Friends-wise - yes, I tend to gravitate towards the same kinds of people.  Funny, witty, smart, caring, independent people.  I like people who get my jokes and can keep up with me.  Whenever I stray outside of my comfort zone, I usually have very short-lived friendships.  I have a hard time socializing with people who can't keep up with my mind and jokes and who have lifestyles very different from mine.

There is a lot to be said for duplicity.  Or replicating..  or whatever word you want to use. 

It's not even a bad thing for dating...  maybe.  Dunno.  One at a time until you figure out what the others were missing or what you really "need".

For the guy who picked the "someone like me", I was missing blonde hair and narrower hips... and an ex-husband. :)

(Despite my use of Alanis to intro this blog, I really am okay with not being the chosen one.  In the future, I don't know that I'll take it quite so well.)

New Life

I will buy you a garden
Where your flowers can bloom
I will buy you a new car
Perfect shiny and new
I will buy you that big house
Way up in the west hills
I will buy you a new life
Yes I will

Around this time last year, I had a dream that these men in suits showed up on my doorstep and told me that they were going to give me a new life.  They couldn't tell me anything about it ahead of time except that it would be better than the life I had.  There was one caveat - I had to be willing to walk out the door with them and leave my current life behind.  I was allowed to bring three personal items from my house/apartment if I accepted their offer.  I woke up before I could make up my mind.  

I took a nap this afternoon and had a similar dream.  Guess my subconscious wanted to give me a second chance. 

In this dream, I was on a game show of some sort and the grand prize, which I won, was $1 million.  But, as with most game shows, there was this twist.  I could take the money and walk away and make of my life whatever I wanted to make of it, leaving the future in Fate's hands. OR... I could give back the money and be "given" the kind of life I wanted -- the kind of job, house, spouse, kids, pets, etc no questions asked.  Guaranteed "perfection" and happiness.  Which did I want?  Money and uncertainty, but total control of my future?  Or, a lifetime of knowing that I had everything I wanted without worry or effort?

Which do you think I chose?

In my dream, I chose the perfect life over the money.  Certainty versus uncertainty.

They asked me what my perfect life consisted of and I told them the following:

• I wanted a huge house in the huge grassy field where the "restaurant" stood in Goonies, facing the water.  (I know this comes from the fact that the new hires and I were talking about favorite 80s movies this week and I told them that ever since I saw Goonies, I wanted to live in that little town, in the Goonie house, and own the Fratelli's restaurant.  Ironically, I googled the town the other day and it actually met my "ideal place to live" requirements.  14 year old me must have been on to something.)
• I wanted all of my bills paid off and $250,000 deposited into my savings account for emergencies.
• I wanted a job teaching Kindergarten in the same school featured in Kindergarten Cop. (Which was filmed in the same town as The Goonies.)
•  I wanted a sailboat and a new car.
•  I wanted a man who loved me as me.

That was all I asked for before I woke up.

After I woke up, I started to think about what I'd really do if presented with this type of offer.

Would I take the money and run? (insert some Steve Miller Band...)

Would I design the perfect life?

Part of me thinks one million dollars (after taxes) won't go very far which means I would probably be wishing I had taken what is behind door # 2.   I've worked hard for over two decades and I don't feel like I've gone very far with my life.  I think back to what I envisioned for myself when I was Goonie age.

I was going to become a writer -- a magazine writer -- and travel the world.  I was going to be fluent in foreign languages and live in penthouse type apartments.  My boyfriends would have exotic names and all look like they walked out of a Soloflex (now Bowflex) commercial.  I didn't own a car.  I had a driver. I was glossy and glamorous.  Plastic and vain.  Superficial.  Heart of ice.

Later, after high school, my perfect life involved becoming a grade school teacher, getting married to someone who was also involved in education, having 2 kids (one boy, one girl.  Michael for the boy. Molly for the girl.) and a nice house in the 'burbs with a yard, pool and swing set.  Maybe a dog and a cat.  I'd be a stay at home mom/volunteer/PTA mom until the kids were school age and then go back to school, teaching in the same district they attended so I could be home when they got home.  Disney vacations, road trips.  Singing in the car.  Mommy and Daddy on the couch, watching movies after the kids went to sleep.  Playing Easter Bunny, Santa Claus, Tooth Fairy.  I wore comfy dresses and comfy shoes.  I wasn't too fat or too thin.  Huggable and lovable.

After college, I wanted to be some corporate hot shot (Thanks to movies like Baby Boom and Working Girl) who had a fancy office, with an assistant.  I wore tailored suits and told people what to do. I dated the company attorney, had sex in the conference room and worked long hours.  I survived on coffee and coffee.  I was practically anorexic.   Heart of steel.  Nerves of glass.

Later, much later, I decided I wanted to move to the beach, find a job that allowed me to have fun but not kill myself, make friends who would be with me through thick and thin, fall in love with the one guy who got my jokes and who thought of me last thing at night and first thing in the morning.  I wanted a house near the beach.  I wanted a peaceful life with home-grown vegetables, long walks on the beach, picnics, cookouts, sailing with friends.  Bonfires with cold beer and someone playing music on a guitar.  Bundling up in blankets and hoodies.  Laughter.  Building sand castles.  A kid or two.  A pet or two.  A satisfying life filled with love and friendship.

In my life, I've been a grade-school teacher.  I've been a workaholic.  I've moved to the beach.  I've traveled to big cities. I had a cat named Molly.  I've gotten to help play Santa Claus to nieces and nephews. I've never had sex in a conference room.  None of my romantic interests looked like male models.  I do own comfy dresses and comfy shoes.  I have a few really good friends.  I've taken walks (alone) on the beach at both sunrise and sunset.  I've been to Disneyland, but no kids were involved. 

So, what would I put in this "perfect life" now?

My recent dream choices really aren't that far off.  I think I'd take them. I'd live in Goonie-ville.

Except for the teaching piece.  I'd like to substitute a writing job for the teaching job.  I'm burned out teaching people stuff.

I want a Jeep Wrangler, 4-door, limited edition, in white as my car.

As for the house, I want it to have a "pet annex".  I'd have the main house.  Then, attached to the main house via some sort of walk way would be a "pet house", a place where I could shelter cats and dogs together so that they aren't lonely and so that I can take into consideration my poor, poor friends who have animal allergies and can't be in my house with the pets.  (How does that happen?  I have two male friends and both of them are allergic to cats!)  This way, I can still have my animals and keep my friends, too.

As for the man, I think I've described him in great detail during the past year.  But, in case you haven't been reading....  tallish, darkish, boy next doorish.  Funny, smart, talent.....  ok, ok, you know, I'm not going to do this.   The most important thing about him is that he has a open heart and isn't afraid to love me.  Period.

Sounds like a nice life, huh.  

Where is this game show and how do I get on it?

No More Drama

So tired, tired of this drama
No more, no more
I wanna be free
I'm so tired, so tired

Broken heart again
Another lesson learn
Better know your friends
Or else you will get burned
Gotta count on me
Cause I can guarantee
That I'll be fine

No more pain (no more pain)
No more pain (no more pain)
No drama (no more drama in my life)
No one's gonna make me hurt again

I had some of the most unique new hires this session.  They were all nice women.  Friendly, talkative.  They all loved me and said that they felt like they knew me forever and that they would love to hang out with me.  I'm always flattered when they (the new hires) feel like they've bonded with me. 

That said, it was one heck of a week for drama, though.  

I do not thrive on drama.  I like a peaceful existence.  I'm not prone to confrontation.  Although, I can give as good as I get and could probably win a good debate or argument if I wanted to.  I have passion in my blood.  I often joke with a male friend that I want to make junk punching an Olympic sport and I want him to be my sparring partner.  But, violence and drama are not my thing.  Maybe it comes from growing up in a pretty volatile family with parents who fought all the time.  Screaming and fighting are not my method of communication.  I'm a lover, not a fighter.  This doesn't mean I don't know how to raise my voice to be heard, though.  I'm not a wimp.

So, the reason why I need to point this out is because these women seemed to want to inspire me to drama this week.

It actually started a couple of weeks ago when I filled in for a friend who was out sick and trained them for two days.  I was sick myself and wasn't myself.  I tried my best to be perky and happy with them, have fun with them and make a rather dry training topic fun.  We did some ice breakers and get to know you stuff.  As is normal these days, whenever I tell the new hires I'm single, this seems to cause alarm.  I'm not entirely sure why.  Maybe they know something I don't know.  In the current class, there were a couple of rather outspoken women who wanted to keep asking me questions about my love life.  I would give them basic answers - "I loved someone once.    Treated me badly.  Cheated on me.  I don't want that again."  I figured I'd give them enough personal info to satisfy their curiosity and then get them off of my back.  Oh, no.. Not this crew.  "Girl, did you hunt her down?  Did you tell her he was your man?"  I made a face and said no -- that it never occurred to me to hunt down some woman and assert my "ownership" of a man.  "He cheated on me.  He slept with someone else.  I found out from a mutual friend.  He didn't even tell me himself," I said, as way of explaining.  "Why would I want him back?  He slept with someone else.  Don't you get it?  I don't want someone if they don't want me enough to keep it in their pants."

Yeah, no.  They proceeded to give me advice on all of the things they'd do if they were in a similar situation.  Then, I explained this was YEARS ago and I have no desire to dredge up the past.  I've moved on.  He's moved on.  End of story.

Then, it was about sex.  Did I have anyone in my life who was a "jump off"?  What the heck is a jump off?  Turns out it's a booty call.  Someone to just do and that's it.  Yeah, I explained to them (although I had no obligation to do so) that I'm old-fashioned and believe love and sex go hand in hand.  I can't separate the two.  I can't.  That's just me.  I need an emotional attachment with someone.  They assured me that they were going to find me someone to be my jump off and then I'd change my mind.  This actually scared me.  They asked me what I liked in a man.  I listed my grocery list of ingredients - smart, funny, open-minded, educated, clean-cut, smells nice, creative, witty...  They stopped me.  "No, girl.  You are describing your soul mate.  We're talking about the baser things.  What turns you on?  What does he look like?  What kind of man do you want to wrinkle your sheets?"  I thought for a minute.  Then, I said, "Smart, funny, open-minded, educated, clean-cut, smells nice, creative, witty..."  This frustrated them.  They dropped the subject.

Then, they decided that I must already have someone and was just playing with them.  They tried to trick me.  Asked me the last time I went on a date.  What was the most romantic thing that happened in my life recently.  When was the last time a guy did something nice for me.  Who was the last person to make me laugh.  Who was I texting during breaks?  Who was that guy I hugged in the hallway?  Who is that guy who looks at my butt when I walk by him in the break room?   I dodged many of the questions.

"Don't you want to get married?"
I don't know.  I do want a commitment some day.  I don't know if marriage is it, though. (This led to a discussion on what "commitment" meant to me.  I already discussed this in my BOYFRIEND blog.)


"Don't you want to have a baby?"
Maybe.  I don't know. Depends on the man. (This led to a discussion about biological clocks and adoption and how I'd be a good mom and a fun mom.)

I have a fairly good relationship with my male co-worker.  You already know that if you read my blog.  We have each others' backs.  We have the same kind of sense of humor and can play off of each other.  We also get along fairly well and enjoy talking to each other during breaks.  We also eat lunch together.  Occasionally, we text each other funny things.  Mostly me texting him.  But, I like to annoy him.  It's how I roll.  We don't hang out outside of work. I haven't earned that trust yet.  Maybe someday.

They picked up on this friendship immediately, before I even had a chance to tell any of my usual "funny stories" about him.  Since I was not giving them anything to work with in regards to the men in my life - past, present or future - they decided that they were going to focus on my friendship with him.  

"You two are dating, right?"

No.

"OK, seriously, we won't tell anyone.  Is there a policy against dating?"

There's nothing to tell. We're good friends. No, there isn't any policy.

"Have you ever dated a co-worker before?"

Not here.  But, yes, I dated a co-worker before.

"Did it work out?"

I'm still single.  What do you think?

"Would you date a co-worker again?"

Yes.  Considering I spend 9 hours a day here, 5 days a week, I think here is probably where I will meet someone. (This led to a discussion about personal ads and I shared my dissatisfaction and frustration with personal ads.)

"Then, why aren't you two dating?"

We're good friends. Besides, I think he's seeing someone.

"You need to change that. Get him drunk. Do things to him."

No. That crap doesn't work. (This led to a discussion about how chick flicks have warped our minds into thinking that just because two people get along they have to be secretly in love with each other and that only through drunken sexual encounters do they realize it.)

"You get along so well. You're fun together."

Yes, we're fun together and get along well. We have a bond. That's why we're friends. I get along well with other guys, too.  Do you want me to get them drunk, too? Do things with them?

"Yes! Are they single?"

(SIGH)

This led to them pointing out various men who walked by, talked to me, smiled at me, looked at me or slightly leaned in my direction.

And on and on and on it went.  All week.  Luckily, I'm smart enough to know what to say and what not to say.  I kept giving them other things to talk about, usually about television shows and movies, every time they tried to insinuate more. Gave them more work to do.  Gave them a quiz. I even got serious and tough and they got mad at me.

I assured them that we were good friends and that I didn't care what people thought of us spending time together. I like him and he likes me and we have fun together. Nothing was going to change that and as much as I appreciated their morbid fascination in my love life, I wasn't taking advice from them.  I explained that I don't respond to peer pressure. They didn't like that. I wonder how they would have responded if I had said, "A psychic said we're meant to be just friends."?  (laughing inside)  I just think that they get so wrapped up in their drama that they can't understand two people who can get along as well as we do without us having some sort of drama of our own. What they don't realize is that he and I have the kind of friendship where we know what people say about him/us and we joke about it and then keep on doing our thing.  We're both like honey badgers. We don't care. We are what we are.

I wasn't the only one they wanted to draw into their drama, though.

Each morning, while they booted up their systems and got ready for the day, they'd chat with one another and I'd fiddle with my papers, trying not to hear.  

One girl talked about how she has a male friend who likes to hang out with her.  However, he has a girlfriend who doesn't know he likes to hang out with her.  She (the girl in my class) likes the male friend (of course she does!) and decided to let his girlfriend know she exists.  The girlfriend drove to her place and "stared at her".  She wanted to fight said girlfriend.  I mocked her in my head.  Yeah, that would go over real well.  If I were a guy and two women got into a cat fight over me, I'd want nothing to do with either one of them. Too much drama.

Then, one of the other girls chimed in with the news that she had a male friend, too, whom she hung out with.  (I'm starting to think "hang out" = have sex, which probably explains why my male friend won't accept my invites to "hang out" sometime.  He probably thinks I want to have sex.)  I innocently thought she was just hanging out with him -- watching movies, having dinner, talking -- until she announced in class that she was "having a miscarriage" and rushed out of the room.  She was in the bathroom for awhile and then came back and said, "Whew, just my period!"  My eyes goggled then.  Obviously, she's doing something with the male friend if the possibility of a "miscarriage" came to mind over period.  I mean -- I'm not having sex, so when Aunt Flo visits each month, I don't think "miscarriage" first.  I shared this odd story with my male friend and we joked that each month, I should announce I had a miscarriage so we can all know when I might be less than perky.  He even suggested I start naming them.  I might get a baby book.  I said I want to do a weather report.  "Approaching us this week will be Agatha.  She's scheduled to arrive in the vicinity on Wednesday, bringing bouts of crying and horniness.  She's expected to linger for 3-5 days and then leave everyone peacefully..."  (Yes, we really do talk about these kinds of things!  I told him we could become a game like "Six Degrees of Kevin Bacon" because no matter what we talk about, we (and by "we", I mean "me") can usually discuss something to do with sex by the end of the conversation.  I've already blogged about the "Junk" fixation.)

Another one liked to announce when she has toilet issues.  "I was on the toilet for two hours.  Must have been something I ate." 

They eventually dropped the subject about me and my male friend and moved on to other men possibilities, but I'm sure, in their heads, there is some major thing going on that will involve drunken sex, me fighting with some woman in his life and possibly getting pregnant.  Life is like that for them.  

Not for me.  I don't believe in "getting someone drunk" just to have them want to do things with me.  I definitely would not use it to trick someone into a sexual relationship.  Sex does not fix everything.  I don't fight with women over men.  That's just skanky. I believe in free will.  If a man wants to be with me, he'll be with me.  I'm not going to take out the competition.  (eyes rolled)  For the record, I tried the "getting someone drunk" thing once.  It didn't work.

Here's the thing about me... I think life is too short for so much drama. It seems like I have this knack for collecting people who like drama.  It's not just co-workers and new hires.   After awhile, it wears me down.

I've been working really hard to have a positive outlook lately.  I wrote about that in my last blog.

I have a few friends who have been going through some issues.  They have been calling me to discuss their issues.

I am a problem solver.  I tell people all the time -- "If you drop your problem on me, I'll help you find a solution.  If you just want to vent, you need to tell me that or else I'll try to help you out."

Sometimes, they always want to vent and the solution to their misery is right in front of their faces -- leave the bastard, get a new job, save your money, move, delete the dating profile, see a doctor, cut up the credit cards, pay your bills, brown-bag it, stop texting him, stop sleeping with him....   The advice is simple and blunt but they don't want it.

So, I have been putting my foot down.  I fix my problems.  Yes, yes, I go through this "talk it out" period where I rehash everything.  Analyze everything.  Do a play by play of everything.  Then, I go through this adjustment phase -- I cry a little, I bitch a little, I don't sleep.... I make up my mind. Then, I come up with a solution.

I joked about it on Facebook.  I said the Darnell method of dealing with serious things is to ignore them until they go away OR they become so serious you have to deal with them.  If they don't go away or escalate, they weren't really problems to begin with.

I've noticed I'm losing popularity with those who just want to be miserable.  But, I guess that just means that maybe we weren't that great friends to begin with --- or maybe they just need their space to work this out on their own and I've been too enabling.  Whatever.  I'll be here when they are ready for me again.  I'm loyal to my friends.  I just need to remember who wants solutions and who doesn't.  It's hard for me not to want to fix things.

I believe positive energy breeds positive energy.

An example of this -  yesterday, my friend Janelle and I went to Harborfest in downtown Norfolk.  I have made it my mission to try as many of the cultural events here as possible this year so that I can decide if I want to stay or want to go at the end of the year.  I like to change things up and move around every few years.  Maybe if I ever do meet someone and settle down, this wanderlust will change.  However, right now, there's nothing keeping me here.  I'm thinking West Coast for my next adventure, but... until then, I'm keeping an open mind about this area.

We walked around, took photos, joked and laughed.  I told her stories about work and she told me stories about her family visits.  Good times.  Then, we settled in for the Colbie Caillat concert.

This woman asked if we minded if she sat in front of us.  We said no, we didn't mind.  Within minutes, we started chatting.  I can talk to anyone.  I guess it comes from my career choices.  It's funny -- I was so painfully shy as a kid... and now, I can strike up conversations with just about anyone.   I brought some dollar store glow sticks with me and it was the "arts and crafts" ice breaker we needed.  We started making funny things out of them and wearing them and taking photos with them.  I made jokes about sailors, meat on a stick, giant turkey legs, snipers on the roof, etc etc etc.  I think there is just this comedian inside of me that feels the need to entertain.  I was totally sober, too.  I don't need alcohol to have fun.  I never did.  The woman kept saying how funny I was and how much fun she was having.

All I kept thinking was that this was the universe repaying me for having a positive outlook.  Anyone could have sat down there.  Anyone.  The woman who looked like Justin Bieber.  The couple who kept groping each other.  The couple who sneered at us when we put our chairs near theirs. Instead, we got a nice, funny woman from DC who was as impulsive and goofy as we were.  It made for great entertainment.  We exchanged names and have since friended each other on Facebook.

When you decide to say good-bye to drama, good things happen.

And, no, really, I'm not dating anyone.  Really.

I Don't Want To Be

I don't want to be
Anything other than what I've been trying to be lately
All I have to do
Is think of me and I have peace of mind
I'm tired of looking 'round rooms
Wondering what I've got to do
Or who I'm supposed to be
I don't want to be anything other than me

I'm surrounded by liars everywhere I turn
I'm surrounded by imposters everywhere I turn
I'm surrounded by identity crisis everywhere I turn
Am I the only one who noticed?
I can't be the only one who's learned!

I have a friend who tells me all the time, especially when I start to doubt myself, that she wishes that she could make me see myself the way she sees me.  She said that if I could see myself the way that she, and all of the other people who care about me, see me, I'd be more inclined to have faith in myself, my decisions, my goals and my life.

I've been trying really hard this past week to do that.  

Someone posted on Facebook a few weeks a question asking, "What's the difference between arrogance and confidence?"

I responded, "Confidence is knowing you can do something well.  Arrogance is making sure everyone else knows it too."

I'm always afraid to toot my own horn because I don't want to seem arrogant.  Inside, I feel like I'm a good person, a real person, someone to be valued and loved.  However, I don't want to walk around poking people in the chest and saying, "Hey, look at me, I'm freaking awesome!  If you can't see that and say that, get the f*ck out of my life."  I'd like to.  But, I can't.

Last Friday, I was off from work, trying to get over a sinus infection.  A friend of mine was off from work, too, and IM'd me in the morning about her latest dating adventure.  She's a bit of a personal ad wh*re.  She is registered with just about every personal ad website known to man and always thinks I need to follow in her footsteps.  I think she might be one of those people who can't be alone... who just doesn't know how to be alone... and has to have someone around.  Well, if you read my BOYFRIEND blog, you know that I actually don't mind being alone on occasion.  I get lonely, too, but for the most part, I enjoy my down time.  My privacy.

So, if you ever want to sit down and try to prove to someone that you're freaking awesome and that you deserve all of the attention that being freaking awesome should get, try to write a personal ad.  It's hard.  You want to appear confident, but not arrogant.  You want to seem genuine, but not corny.  You want to sound sexy, but not freaky.  You want to sound independent, but not aloof.  On and on and on.

I need to point out that I'm still not interested in finding anyone right now.  I have to get my money crap fixed first.  I don't want to start any sort of relationship with anyone until it's taken care of.  "Hi, you know that whole for richer or poorer thing, well, let me introduce you to the poorer part of the equation..."  It's embarrassing to admit I've made a mess of my finances and that I am scrambling for a solution.  I feel like I've failed in some way.  I always take care of myself.  Always.  But, that's another blog for another time.

I was bored.  Lonely.  Sick.  So, I placed the personal ad on a website for overweight women and the men who allegedly love them, a recommendation from my friend.

Yeah.. I should have read some of the other ads first.  Within a couple of hours, I had a sexually oriented message from some guy in Norfolk who liked to "eat pussie, stick it in a woman's butt and then offer up some 69 for dessert..."  I was more appalled, I think, by the misspelling of "pussy".  I deleted the message.

A few days later, a couple asked me if I was interested in doing something with them.  Deleted that one, too.  Then, I deleted the profile, took a shower and reminded myself that these are not the kind of men I want in my life.  Oh, I don't discount the power of oral sex... I just prefer that it not be so...  trashy sounding.  Also, with the whole rash of cannibalism, I'm afraid I might be too much good eating for someone.  As one of the cooks on the Food Channel says, "Fat is flavor."  I think it was Emeril.

I digress.  Over the weekend, I empowered myself to go out and do some things I wanted to do on my own.  I wanted to do them with others but no one was available or interested so I decided to go by myself. 

Then, I decided I was going to work really really hard to see myself the way my friend who thinks I'm beautiful sees me.  I wore clothing I wouldn't normally wear.  I walked prouder.  I stood taller.  I smiled more.  I even got a full body scan from a guy.  Ok, yes, a kind of sleazy guy but a guy nonetheless.  Guys don't check me out.  I admit I smiled as I walked away.  In fact, I think I may have swayed the hips a little more than normal.  What the f*ck, right?

Then, another thing happened...  someone took an interest in my life.  Asked me questions about me.  Wanted to know about me and what makes me tick.  Said that I seemed like an interesting person and that they felt I had stories to tell.  I'm usually the one who does all of question-asking and information sharing, even if people don't ask.  Now, the person is not a romantic contender.  He's a married man whom I know through an old job who has been asking me to help him with something.  We've been emailing and I shared a personal story with him about something in my life that happened that is similar to something he is doing.  He wrote back and asked me some questions.  Said he was curious about me.  Said I always seemed kind of mysterious and private.  He doesn't know about this blog, obviously.

However, his questions made me think back to a time when I met this guy on a forum on CompuServe and we had these "Questions Du Jour" that we emailed each other.  We'd take turns asking all sorts of questions -- from favorite foods to favorite childhood memory to scariest moment or funniest thing that ever happened to us.  It was fun.  I looked forward to that.  I looked forward to getting to know him better and having someone be curious about me.  With all of the technology, social media, navel gazing and "ice breakers" at work, there are bits and pieces of me all over the place and I'm sure I've made it way too easy for people to think they know who I am.  (But, do you really?  I mean - really? I was an editor.  I'm a writer.  How much of this is real?  How much is fantasy?)  

The point of this rambling is that I've decided I'm done trying to be what other people want me to be... or what I think other people want me to be.  I don't want to be anyone other than who I am.  Really.  People seem to be interested in the "real" me and not the "semi-real" me.  Maybe I need to be me more often.

If that means wearing a shorter dress that shows off my big ole butt, I'm going to wear it.  If it means wearing a long maxi dress with a plunging neckline, yup, I'm gonna wear it.  If it means hanging out on break with a male friend and whom people think has more going on than friendship, I'm gonna hang out with the male friend and think to myself he'd be damned lucky to be linked to me as more than a friend.  If it means not going to the gym because I just don't feel like it and would rather come home and curl up with a good book, than that's what I'm going to do too.

One of the new hires in my current class asked me about a time in my life when I was slimmer and asked me to bring in a photo.  The only photo I could find had me and this man I used to think I was madly in love with in it.  I looked at the photo with sadness because although I was thinner, I wasn't entirely happy.  The "thinner" me was that way to try to win his love.  So, seeing the photo again made me feel sad.  I don't want to change to try to make a man love me.

I think I saw a glimpse of what my friend sees in me when I stood in front of the mirror on Tuesday trying to take a cell phone picture on a dare and realized I need to stop hiding what God gave me and start embracing who I am.  

If my wonderful friends can love me as I am, it's just a matter of time before I believe it all the time, too.

I may even ditch the granny panties and invest in some condoms.  I'm feeling that good about myself right now.  =)

Intuition

It's not hard to understand
Just follow this simple plan

Follow your heart
Your intuition
It will lead you in the right direction
Let go of your mind
Your Intuition
It's easy to find
Just follow your heart baby

I consider myself a fairly intuitive person.  I get vibes on people when I meet them.  Now, I don't always listen to those vibes and end up later telling myself, "I told you so..." but for the most part, my insides usually let me know when things are going well with people and when they aren't.  I can pick up a bad mood or pain as soon as I come within 5 feet of someone I care about. A friend calls it being an empath.  I have these little alarms that go off inside of me whenever something or someone doesn't feel quite right.  I can usually walk into a room and pick up on tension, aggression, etc.  Sadly, I sometimes let these feelings get to me.  If someone is having a bad day, especially someone I care about, I pick up their bad feelings.  I can usually filter out the bad feelings of people whom aren't particularly close and just want to vent or let off steam.  Those I can block and go about my day.  I'm constantly asking people, "Are you okay?" because I can just "feel" that things are off.  Most of the time, I get "I'm okay" as a response but I can see by the look in their eyes that it kind of throws them off when I ask it when they aren't visibly doing anything to indicate they are not themselves.

However, when it comes to matters of the heart -- love, romance, etc -- my intuitive skills fail me.  Absolutely leave me in the lurch.  I confuse friendship for romance.  I confuse romance for friendship.  I misread signs or don't see any at all.  I am drawn to people who use me and toss me aside.  I overlook people who would place me on a pedestal and worship me.  I try to listen to my heart.  I try to use the same skills I have for other situations on the men in my life (past and present) and I am a bumbling fool.  No success whatsoever.

That being said, I believe in clairvoyance and psychic ability.  I've mentioned it before.   I believe there are people who have very advanced skills in reading people's energies and auras and using their own intuition to answer the dilemmas we all face.  They can't give out lottery numbers.  They can't tell me who I'm going to marry and when.  They can't tell me what my next job will be.  It just doesn't work that way.  However, they can give me peace of mind when I start to doubt myself.

A close friend has these skills.  I reach out to her constantly whenever I get a little insecure about things.  I'll say to her, "OK, here's what I'm thinking...." or "Here's what I feel it might be..." and give her my own interpretation and gut instinct on things and she'll either confirm what I was thinking and/or feeling or she'll give me her own spin on the situation, using her own skills and guides.   She never ceases to impress me with how dead on she has been with people and situations.  She can totally nail things based on very little information.

That said, I rely on her too much.  TOO MUCH.  Over the weekend, I did some soul searching about Mr. Tingles (the male friend whom I romanticized in my mind as having the potential to be more than just a friend.) and realized that in some ways, I wish I hadn't asked her to do so many readings on "our" energy.  Whenever I'd get a little confused with him, I'd run to her.  She'd give me her feedback, do a reading and then I'd do the complete opposite of what she told me would probably be best for the situation. 

I'm an optimist.  I'm a romantic.  I always believe that if I shower people with positivity, love and kindness that it will be the thing that turns someone's sour soul around. I believe that I can reverse negative thinking.  I believe in the good of people.

So, to give her a break, last month, I reached out to another psychic.  A $5 psychic.  First, I tested the psychic's ability by asking for advice on something I already sort of knew the answer/outcome.  When he/she passed the test, I hit her/him with the "do I have any sort of romantic chance with the men in my life?"  I have several straight (I think), single male friends.  I am not dating anyone.  So, it would be so much easier for me if one of these men with whom I already have a connection of sorts could be my hunka hunka burning love.  I'd feel more confident.  I'd be more likely to take a chance.  Go out on a limb.

Nope.  Nada.  None of them.  My friend has sort of told me the same thing.  She has told me which men has strong positive energy and which ones don't.  But, she didn't see anything romantic with any of my male friends.  Bummer, right?  So, the other psychic told me the same thing.  It's like thinking you're pregnant and buying every pregnancy test in the store.  50 of them come back positive and 1 comes back negative.  You latch on to the negative one, hoping it was the correct one, even though the odds say otherwise.  That's how I was with these readings.  The $5 psychic said, "At this moment...."  My friend said, ".... until he resolves issues...."   Those statements were not drop-dead  "No"s to me.  "At this moment" became "Maybe some day in the future, it will be different..." in my head.  "...until he resolves issues..." became "... help him resolve his issues, and he'll be yours!" in my mind.

Nevermind that the $5 psychic told me that one of the men in question would do something during a specific time period that would negatively change my opinion of him and something did happen during that time period and it did make me change my opinion of him... or, well, it made me thing of him poorly for a period of time, then I went right back to liking him again.

So, I chug along like the little engine that could.   Waiting for "at this time" to expire.  Waiting for "issues to be resolved."

It's emotionally exhausting.  I don't usually doubt myself.  I feel like I'm on this pendulum swinging back and forth between "being sure of myself" and "being insecure of myself."

Just when I start to swing towards sureness and security, something will happen to swing me back the other way.  A flirtatious comment.  Someone telling me that they think someone "likes" me.  A tingle.  A vibe.  I get hopeful.  Then, something goes wrong and I crash.

Last night, the $5 psychic reached out to me to "follow up" on the advice he/she gave me last month and asked if the events they mentioned came true.  I advised the person that, sadly, the events did in fact occur and that there was no sign of romance.  He/she wrote me back that nothing had changed -- that they could tell me 100% that this one person in my life is not meant for me.  They have someone else.  We are only meant to be close friends and nothing more.  Ever.  This time, the psychic actually put a nice cemented end statement.  "Ever"  But, to give me hope, he/she said that they saw positive changes in my life this fall and romance for me in October.

This led me to posting a question on Facebook last night -- if someone were to tell you with 100% confidence that someone in your life was not meant to be in your life, would you just walk away from that person or would you try to prove the other person wrong?

I tend to believe everything happens for a reason and that we are masters of our own destiny.  Our future path may have some pre-destiny, but I think we can change things too.  Think about Dickens' A CHRISTMAS CAROL.  Scrooge was able to change his life path.  Why can't we?

Of course, this could just be my stubbornness showing through.  My inability to let go of things that are important to me.

But, then, there's another part of me that seeks the peace that comes from knowing that the person who causes me to question myself and who makes my heart hurt on occasion isn't meant for me.  I can let go.  I can let the chips fall where they may and know I did my best and that it just isn't meant to be.  I'm a square peg.  He's a round hole.  Even if I sand the square peg down and make it fit into the round hole, it wouldn't be natural.  It wouldn't be right.  It wouldn't be true.  I can enjoy the good stuff and use it to build my confidence for when my Mr. Right does show up.  I can be a friend.  I'm good at being a friend.

My gut tells me and has been telling me that this person is possibly in love with someone else even though he won't admit it to himself. I also think someone hurt him badly and he's afraid to take a chance with that person or anyone else. He likes to play the field but deep down wants one person to prove to him that he's wrong about his thoughts on women and love. I'm safe -- like all of the gay men in my life are safe for me.  He can be himself with me.  He knows I'll like him no matter what and have his back no matter what.  We're meant to be friends.  Nothing more.  I'm okay with that.  The psychic said it, so it has to be true.

I need to trust my own intuition.

And resist the urge to ask the $5 psychic for more information about the "October Romance".