The next decade....what's in store?
Musings of a yamfooted traveller still trying to shake off those last 20 pounds as she treks across the Caribbean
The wise half-Grenadian, half-Jamaican coupled one, in response to my post about feelings, put a reality spin on my sheer torture. "Feelings pass" she said.
Indeed they do. Indeed they do. The moon changing probably helped that too!
Torture is...
...a cool windblown, rainswept evening with a nice moon, and no damn (available) person to share it with! The TV is turned to channel 65, the music station that plays old time music from the 60's and 70's and so on. Right now they playing "I'll be loving you always" I think by Stevie Wonder. Sweet and mellow music. Sweet and mellow moods and only di damn mosquitoes to keep me company.
Sh*t, Sh*t, Sh*t, Sh*t, Sh*t, Sh*t and more Sh*t. Bloody $^@^%$#%@ unfair!
(Don't worry, tomorrow I will be back to my normal "I don't need anybody" self. Actually, I think I will go to the new 'cinemawr' Saturday to take my mind off these things.
Went to see this this afternoon at Carib. Very funny. Not as drop down funny as Hitch, but still funny enough to keep me laughing.
Now as a diagnosed hypochondriac, I could relate to Queen Latifah's news that she had a terminal illness. I could also relate to what she decided to do to spend her last days. Cash out all the money she had saved, and blow it on a mega holiday of her dreams....
Only thing is, I aint got no money to cash out, but I still coulda sell some stuff and get money to go to Anguilla and Turks and Caicos. Those are the next two islands to visit on my list, also Guadeloupe.
Now, if you found out you had little time to live, what would you do?
This morning I woke up, had a nice breakfast, was tired as hell and had a headache, so I promptly went back to bed. While sleeping the door buzzer rang. It was Housekeeping to clean my room.
Shucks....because I was having a helluva dream....
I dreamt that I was at home in Jamaica, the Kitchen had been remodelled and made larger. But that is besides the point. At the point that the Room Attendant rang the bell, I was caressing Johnny Depp's hairy chest. He had come to visit me, and it wasn't the first time. I had on just what I actually had on...my nightdress, my lovely bathrobe, hair don't comb, teeth don't brush. But he didn't mind.
Do you know what he was eager to do? Read this blog! Seriously! He said that Princess P had told him about it and he had been on a few times and loved it. So he was sitting down about to log on, I was standing up caressing this man's chest and loving it (oh gosh...I hope my parents don't read this!), and wishing....well there was that matter of the screw.
Oh tomorrow is Sunday. Pure thoughts please!
Just finished watching the second Bridget Jones movie (Bridget Jones and the Edge of Reason I think it's called).
Did you see it? No?
Well Bridget is fat, about a size English 12, and she has trouble finding suitable men. The Hugh Grant character she has sworn off after one or two shags. At the end of the first one (Bridget Jones' Diary), she found that she liked Mark Darcy, played by Colin Firth.
So in this second movie, she's in a relationship with him that lasts all of 8 weeks. Then she nearly sleeps with Daniel Cleaver (Hugh Grant) in Thailand. She doesn't, because she is still thinking about Mark Darcy. After Mark, a Human Rights lawyer helps her get out of jail in Thailand for cocaine smuggling (doan offer to carry nutten fi nubaddy), and she hears how he had to move the earth and the moon to do it, she realizes that she is in love with him.
But while they were broken up, she had resigned herself to being a 33 year old single fat woman, never to find love or anything even close to it.
So I thought of myself. Only I'm not a size 12, but rather an English 16-18. And I'm approaching 40, so I think that's it for me init. Am I worried? Not really, but I sure would like to know what it's like before I die (which could be at 40) to really feel that warm and fuzzy tingling feeling that makes you act kinda stupid even, about a man. I'm sure SmallIslandGirl Amelia could write a book about that!
But anyway, lemme continue roaming, and let my eyes wander. Maybe they'll settle on someone. Just maybe. (But I'm not really looking)
Honestly.
Remember I told you I had signed up at e-Harmony.com? That's an online dating service that promises you great matches.
They ask you to set out the qualities, attributes etc that you want in a mate. They also ask you to say whether you would get together with somebody who smokes (no), drinks (no), has kids under 18 living with them (no), and what race you would go out with.
Now yesterday I changed some of the settings. Under race, in addition to African American, I ticked 'Other'. Now what pray tell is the 'Other' race?
Anyway, this morning, I get an email saying they have found a match. When I had 'Caucasian' ticked, I got three matches to whom I never responded because I think for me to go out with somebody who is not the same race as I am, I'd have to meet them in person.
So, here's the snippet on Jay, who I haven't quite decided if I am going to start communicating with....
Match Name: Jay
Location: Ann Arbor, Michigan, United States
Occupation: I am a student and research fellow
Height: 5' 11''
Age: 37
Ethnicity: Other
Jay could be one of you nice men who read Yamfoot, nuh true? Maybe I should start communicating with him?
Demi Moore and Ashton Kutcher's relationship has sparked another round of discussion about older women and younger men. Can't remember how much younger he is, but is over 10 years.
And of course we hear other people say that if it was an older man with a very young woman, there would be no chat about it.
Why do people think they have to talk about people's age in a relationship?
Personally speaking.......
We don't know what two people have between them, so we shouldn't query it.
Most of the relationships I've had were with younger men. I like the youthfulness, the carefree attitude, the willingness to try anything, the laughter, the lack of inhibitions.
Elsewhere in this blog, I've said that I would be in a relationship with a guy up to 8 years my junior and 5 years my senior. I'll revise it.
ANY YOUNGER MAN WILL DO.....NO MATTER THE AGE.
Once we connect mentally, let the games begin!
Had a strange dream last night. Dreamt that somebody called Daddy and asked him to drop off an outfit on Keeble Crescent which is around the road from us. But first, I had to press it. That is one of the most hated jobs for me.
There was a black pants suit, and a white tank top (which in real life I bought at Sun Island and wear to the gym) and a pink stretchy top. I pressed everything except the white top and pink top.
Daddy drove me around there and I found the house. It turned out to be a large house that several UWI students were living in. There was mess everywhere. And the bedroom had about six twin beds in it, the room was very bare. Definitely student accommodation.
It wasn't any of the students getting married. I guess the one I delivered it to was just attending.
After I left, got a call on the cell from the girl I dropped off the clothes to, to say that the tops weren't ironed!
Steups.
It's sad when you have to resort to .....
....hey, I was going to link the story on page 3 (or was it 5?) of the Sunday Gleaner but it nuh deh pon di website.
Anyway, the Observer had carried a story on it a couple months ago. Male prostitution.
One guy in the Gleaner ad says when his homosexual relationship ended, he had to go on the streets because his former lover used to pay his expenses. Within a month of being on the streets, he met his now first lover and then the second. So he's in a three way affair. The two men pay for his one bedroom apartment. And he's now at University going into the final year of his degree.
Making ends meet. Literally!
Actually, I don't think it will ever come up with a match for me. I too picky and pernickity.
They ask you a whole long set of questions about what you'd like in a potential match etc. Like for eg, would you be willing to go out with somebody who has kids. No. Would you go out with somebody who smokes. No. Would you go out with somebody who was divorced. Hell no (there must be some thing bad about him that caused a divorce to happen!). Would you go out with people of all religions? Most definitely not. No muslims, no 7th day adventists, no, Mormons, no Jehovah's Witness.
So you see, I guess I hardly answered yes to anything, and was really very specific. When I changed my answers a bit, then I got some people emailing saying they want to meet me. Me just switch back the answers and I haven't been bothered since!
Actually, I want the right to choose. I want to be in control. I want to see a guy and say "I like you. Let's get to know each other."
AND I DON'T WANT TO BE BLOODY WELL REJECTED IF I DO THAT!
Click here if you're interested in reading 'Stella' and 'Winston's' side of this unpleasant divorce.
I have no doubts that the man is a user. But then Terry didn't give him too much money.
That's why I am single!
Just went on to eHarmony.com, an online dating service. Bloody long questionnaire but I felt I was very honest. So they run the report and look for matches and it came back plain and simple....
THERE ARE NO MATCHES FOR YOU AT THIS TIME.
So see? I am not meant to be with anybody. (Or maybe I just too darn picky!)
How do you define if you're going on a date? I was in a conversation yesterday and dating came up, and I scratched my head trying to think of when, if at all, I had ever been on a date?
Oh yeah, I remember going to the movie once with a fella who checked for me, then we started going out. The going out lasted for about 6 weeks when it was clear to me that this was not going to work and I called and told him so.
That was around 1993. I can't remember doing anything like that since then.
I define a date as when you and another person go out, but it's not that you're in a relationship. Maybe he checks for you and the date is to try and pursue you. So if that definition is true, then I can't remember going on a date in over 10 years.
Isn't that sad?
Somebody was trying to invite me out this weekend, but mi just couldn't bother. Besides it was for dinner, and I don't do very well at dinner. I'm not relaxed because I always feel that when I smile, he will see the green from the broccoli and the brown from the meat. I'd be self conscious and not enjoy it.
I've said on here before....if you wanna take di Yamfoot on a date, take she to a sporting event, a movie, a hiking trip or something in that vein.
Yesterday as well, a gentleman, after questioning me about my marital status and age, told me that he can look at a woman and tell if she would be amenable to accepting an invitation from a man. He doesn't see such an aura around me. "You have an aura which suggests 'don't ask me out, I'm not interested'" I told him he was dead right.
I find this man and woman thing difficult to do. In the past I've always been very direct, and I like to call the shots. I guess it's about being in control. Whenever a man seems to be pursuing me, I shut off myself. Then I start thinking "he only wants my body" and if I don't find that there is any chemistry between me and him, well, there endeth that.
Maybe I have issues.
....let me do an article on you.
I did an article about a young man who works at a hotel. His picture was in the paper today accompanying the article. A friend who works there told me that he has had so many propositions today on the phone. Ladies calling to say how cute he is, that they too have the same beliefs as him, what's his number etc.
His boss was there when the friend was telling me this this evening, and he starts to reel off his name, age, rank and serial number.
In this article the writer asks if half a love is better than no love at all.
Instances of half a love are when you are in love with a married man, or you settle. Settle from someone who is overweight, poor etc. Poor I can manage (at least we would be equally yoked!), but overweight......oonu cyan keep him!
Anyway, what do you think? Half a love better than no love?