A few days ago, I closed the sale on my new "grandpa" car... a gently-used, low-mileage 2005 Buick.
The original alcoholic owner (now in a nursing home) kindly forgot an unopened bottle of rum under the driver's seat. The rum had been there for over three years and I've had far too much of it tonight.
It is nearly midnight on Valentine's day and I am reflecting on my last two Valentine's Days.
Last year (2013), I spent a sweet Valentine's evening with a 22 year old student, originally from Trinidad and Tobago. Quite chubby and very tall (6'-7"), Jerry disproved the myth that all black man have big cocks, but he was very sweet and the best-kisser-ever. Jerry still texts me regularly but trying to mesh our busy schedules has proved difficult.
On the previous Valentine's Day (2012), I had my first gay sleepover ever with a 54 year old married guy who (I'm ashamed to admit), I fell in love with and who turned out to be a total coward and liar.
I know that Valentine's Day is all commercialized bullshit, but spending it cuddling with my stinky litttle dog, blind in one eye and partially disabled doesn't quite cut it. I would have much preferred making out with some hard-cocked man.
I spent my Valentine's evening: (1) soldering copper water pipes, replacing ones which had burst open due to freezing, (2) drinking rum with an apple juice mixer, chosen for its vitamin C content and (3), watching Martha Stewart cooking DVDs. Doesn't everyone realize how seductive she is, that sexy bitch!
It's been a very long, cold winter here. I've been without running water for several days now but the solution remains elusive. I still have my lingering, hacking cough and painful sore throat and my house is in compete chaos as my renovations seem never-ending.
I suddenly feel lonely. My eldest daughter (in culinary school) is presently applying for an overseas internship for later this year and middle daughter is thriving at university over 1,000 miles away.
Today, the biggest kick in the shorts happened when I found out that my son (17.5 years old) has applied to get into a commercial diving program some 2,000 miles away with the goal of becoming an underwater welder. Hazardous! He's a very strong candidate to get accepted. Our baby might be leaving the nest.... and going far, far away.
At their age, I would never had the courage, confidence and independent spirit that my kids have. They are all hard-working, polite, frugal and fiercely independent.
Despite our disastrous marriage, everyone says that my wife and I are the best parents they know and as a result, our kids are making their way in the world with confidence. But it makes me very sad to see them go.
But I am years away from even wanting to find Mr. Right. I am in no way recovered emotionally from the horror of my marriage, let alone to let anyone else into my heart. But there are many candidates for Mr. Right who are interested in me.
Just this morning, I was chatted up by a a gay, very fit, early 60s university professor (who I had met previously at school) while sitting in the hot tub at the athletic complex. But I just don't see myself being with a "Suit." I much prefer the dirty boys, the playful, earthy blue-collar guys such as construction worker Jamie, my favourite man of all time or the aboriginal miner dude who I see as often as possible.
Anyway, off to bed! I just received a text that my son and eldest daughter will be coming here on Sunday and will be staying with me for a week or more. I'm so pleased!