Your pictures pull something in my heart. That rainbow in the atmosphere below: only in Hawai’i.
And I gasped when I saw the high resolution tiger. Gorgeous.
Your thoughts are intriguing and I patiently appreciate where they will go.
RE your odd text: how many times did he reference himself? Too many.
The last time I got ‘hit on’ (Christmas Eve in a grocery store with a sequin Elf hat on, yukking it up with some folks at the lottery machine) the first words were “I WANT to date you”. I very politely declined (excessive drama already in my life at the time) and immediately got insulted via hubris: “your loss”. Instant contempt. Who needs it. I just hate that I still second guess that, even knowing that someone that old is used to a world that rewards the openly demanding. “I want! I get.” 🙄
When I met my closeted X, all he ever talked about was himself. Month after month, years of it. There are times it’s very appropriate; relationship early days, substack, 12 step groups, interviews maybe. But the I, I, me, me, my (remember the Beatles’ song?) is a big red flag I wish I had understood in 2000.
It’s probably inevitable when you brave an online presence, but alive and well in person…
Your pictures pull something in my heart. That rainbow in the atmosphere below: only in Hawai’i.
And I gasped when I saw the high resolution tiger. Gorgeous.
Your thoughts are intriguing and I patiently appreciate where they will go.
RE your odd text: how many times did he reference himself? Too many.
The last time I got ‘hit on’ (Christmas Eve in a grocery store with a sequin Elf hat on, yukking it up with some folks at the lottery machine) the first words were “I WANT to date you”. I very politely declined (excessive drama already in my life at the time) and immediately got insulted via hubris: “your loss”. Instant contempt. Who needs it. I just hate that I still second guess that, even knowing that someone that old is used to a world that rewards the openly demanding. “I want! I get.” 🙄
When I met my closeted X, all he ever talked about was himself. Month after month, years of it. There are times it’s very appropriate; relationship early days, substack, 12 step groups, interviews maybe. But the I, I, me, me, my (remember the Beatles’ song?) is a big red flag I wish I had understood in 2000.
It’s probably inevitable when you brave an online presence, but alive and well in person…
Mahalo
Mahalo for commenting. I rarely know where my thoughts will go when I start writing...thatʻs the fun of it!