Saturday, December 31, 2011

Keyshia Cole - I Remember



"For the rest of my life, I promise myself I will love me first genuinely..."

I can't think of a more fitting lyrical sentence to end the "Year of Me" with.

This is a 'dedication' to my past loves, and a reminder for me that from this moment on, the love of a man will come secondary only to the love I've got going on for ME!


Feliz Año Nuevo!

Thursday, December 29, 2011

Mystery Man

Looks like yet another sleepless night.  I am so freaking happy and content right now, you'd think I'd be able to sleep!  One of the reasons I think I'm soooooo unbelievably happy, is because I have decided to forgive myself and my past loves for the indiscretions and hurt that has pained me for so long.  It is one giant weight off my shoulders and I feel so light and airy now.  It is a beautiful, wonderful feeling...

BUT...

Aye, but there is always a BUT!!!  I learned today that I have a FB "stalker" that has his heart set on me.  He actually referred to himself as a "stalker"--not my words, but he did so in a playful, humorous way.  I do not feel creeped out in any way, whatsoever.  However, he did lay all of his cards on the table.

The man claims to be 'in love' with everything about me.  Claims to have had these feelings since the first time he saw me (he was in 6th grade and I was in 5th) and he wants only for a chance to "knock me off my feet" (a reference to one of my FB post from a couple of weeks ago).  He has 3 children, a successful (very rich) girlfriend and lives a thousand miles away, yet he claims he would drop everything to be with me; leave his girlfriend, uproot his family to move out here--just to be with me.  He thinks I'm beautiful, sexy, kind, passionate, brainy, witty, and he doesn't care if I'm skinny or fat, or tall or short--he wants me just the way I am.  He wants to take care of me, shower me with love, cook for me, be my protector, whisk me away to travel on a whim, save the world with me one child at a time.  He has a passion for helping the underprivileged (especially children and senior citizens).  My mom was his teacher in school and a HUGE influence on his life.  He claims that she is responsible for his success because she 'believed' in him...  way back in 6th grade.  I almost want to pinch myself, because I've never had a man open up to me like this--ever.  I mean this is the kind of stuff that romantic comedies are made of, right?  Yet, while I am 100% flattered that he feels this way, I still have my qualms.

My only hang up with him--is that he is white...  (there, I said it; and I know it sounds silly and a little bit prejudiced, but it's true...).  I have NEVER dated a white man.  I'm pretty sure it's because my rapist was white, but nonetheless, I have never found myself viewing a white man as boyfriend material, let alone for a life partner.  I know I have to get over it, and he may just be the one to do it.

After he spilled his heart and soul to me, I had to give him hope.  I told him, I would like very much to be wooed.  But that I also would hate to let him down if the connection wasn't there--after all, he has been the one "stalking" me.  I just found out about his adoration of me, so naturally, he can't expect me to feel the same intense love that he apparently feels for me.  He agreed and is happy for the chance to woo me.  I also told him honestly that I had never been courted by a white man and never even considered it.  Immediately, he knew... and responded with, "did a white guy hurt you?  Just tell me who it was and I will 'fuck him up'!" Did I mention that he can also make me laugh?

Who knows if he will win my heart... (apparently, he thinks he can and who am I to squash his dreams?)  I only know that for once in my life, it will be nice to be on the receiving end of the love and affection that I have doled out for so long...

Oh Honey Delegation (Lyrics to a classic)


A great song that has so much meaning for me and the lucky fool that catches me...
It sums up my "ideal" relationship. A brand new start with endless possibilities. I get warm & fuzzy just thinking about a future like this with a man that loves me as much as I do him. Ahhh... (*smiles galore)

Saturday, December 24, 2011

The End of the Beginning

I have been thinking a lot about the last year, as I prepare to take on the next.  Like in Dicken's book, A Tale of Two Cities, this year for me was the best of times, and it was the worst of times...

It was the BEST year, because I rediscovered ME.  For so many years, I was a zombie, just moving through life and not really taking the time to focus on my happiness as I had done in my youth.  But this year, I found the place in my heart that allowed me to love myself.  I am thrilled that I no longer fit in my clothes--I don't even care that I can't afford new ones!  I am feeling healthy and sensual as a woman and I am not embarrassed to flirt or spark up a conversation with a man!  I am NOT holding any of my feelings (negative or positive) in.  That in itself has allowed me the freedom to lay all my cards on the table and let the world know that I am not one to be walked on or used or taken for granted.

It was the WORST of times, because I also rediscovered that no matter what, I am still gonna hurt--whether it is intentionally inflicted on me or not.  I don't have to be loved by every man that I love--It isn't a requirement for great sex--only for a committed relationship.  And just because I like sex and am single, does NOT make me a slut.  Especially, since I know that when the 'right' man comes along, he will have ALL of my attention.  I also learned that life is too damned short, not to take risks and chances with all possibilities--all is fair in love and the pursuit thereof.

I lost a family member, and a friend who was way too young to die.  His tragic life story of life and love lost and found only to be torn apart by death is what docudrama's are made of.  In fact that has been my life for so many years--a docudrama.

But this year was still a turning point in my life.  I choose to live the next part of my life, not as a docudrama, but rather, a romantic comedy about a girl who is single and in love with herself.  One where around any corner, on any given day in her life she may or may not run into a handsome co-star that will give her a run for her money.  One that will know what he wants in life... ME, of course!  And in both small and intoxicating doses.  One that will laugh with me, one that can be whisked away on a whim for whatever adventure or romantic tryst may present itself.  And if it's a month, a year, 10 years or 20, I will be just fine experimenting with the vast variety that swim freely in this beautiful ocean of life...

Thursday, December 1, 2011

The Final 4

Well, here it is...  the end of November and I am bearing down on b-day #44.  So, naturally, I find myself asking that age-old question, "why the hell am I still single?!"

Over my week-long Thanksgiving break, I began to look deep within myself for the answer to that question.  I went over all of my life-changing events, searching for clues that might lead me to the answer.  I can best sum up my 'research' as follows:

I have always been a spiritual being.  And it is my belief that we are sent here to this human plane to learn the lessons of the universe, and our 'hell', or purgatory if you will, is constantly returning until we learn all of life's lessons.  I have always assumed that my life's goals this time around was to be a mother.  Then recently,  I realized, I have already mastered that lesson--perhaps in my last life.  That's why in this life, I was able to mother so many:  3 children (one with Down Syndrome) as a nanny; my nephew as his godmother and one of his primary caregivers for so many years; not to mention the years of babysitting younger cousins before becoming a kindergarten teacher to over 300 children to date (including children with autism, asperger's syndrome, depression, orphaned, abused, ADHD, etc.) Therefor, I concluded that this round of 'purgatory' is aimed at humility, service and fulfilling the needs of others (mainly men, err rather--boys)!

To back this research up, I drew on the session several years back with a psychic.  She 'saw' me living on or near the water (pacific ocean, no doubt) and she saw 4 boys around me.  Now for a good part of my child-bearing years, I thought it meant that I would have 4 children--all boys.  Then, as years unfurled and I realized that without a relationship, the only boys I had were my nephews (4)--that must be what the psychic meant.  But now, I think I see the light.  Those 4 boys are my exes!

It makes perfect sense now.  By nature, and according to numerology, astrology, (both conventional and ancient aztec & mayan) and the asian zodiac, I am the epitome of my signs.  "Nurturing, caring, loyal, optimistic, sensitive, fun-loving, etc. and I am a natural teacher, artist, counselor, spiritual leader, peacemaker", blah, blah, blah... "I see the good in all people; I'm the master of compromise; I never demand praise or recognition; I expect a great deal of myself; I prefer amiable to competitive; I'm not one to dominate a group or situation", blah, blah, blah...

There it is!  I am single today because I gave and gave and gave to each of my exes, NEVER expecting anything in return.
My first love was protective of my naivety (still is); he got along with my family perfectly (still does); when he left to serve the country overseas, he promised to return to me.  When he did not, I wished him well in his business endeavor and told him I'd always be there for him.  Today he owns a prosperous business and he is the most open and honest of my 4 exes.  Even though we have not been sexually involved in almost 25 years, he gives me strength to continue to have faith in men by consoling me and giving me perspective on the male psyche.  I love him.  He is the 'realest' of the 4.

My second love lasted the longest.  We were good friends.  We had fun whether we were watching a ball game, playing a board game, having sex, listening to music, having dinner.  My mom and grandmother loved him, his parents and sister loved me.  I took him to visit my grandparents in the Easten Sierras (my favorite playground), he and his dad took me fishing on Lake Eerie.  I took him to a Mexican food joint in Pacoima, he took me to a dive bar in a Cleveland ghetto.  We took each other out of our comfort zones.  I love him.  He is the most down-to-earth of the 4.

My third love is really my 4th, I'll explain when I get to my 4th.  For the purposes of this post, he's my 3rd.  He and I had the same desires.  We were romantics and wanted true love, complete with children and a white picket fence (so to speak).  He made me feel safe, and special when I was with him.  He admired my mother and how close my family was.  We wanted to share that closeness with our own family one day.  Eventually, he left back home.  I visited a couple of times, but both of us had issues.  I was needy and sensitive since my dad's death, he was controlling and a bit condescending at times.  We went our separate ways, but still kept in touch.  We both pursued higher education (very important to both of us).  Once we both 'made it' in our chosen professions and did some serious maturing, we began to realize that neither of us were getting any younger.  We were both doing well, but were missing that dream of having a family.  So we made a pact to become parents together when we were ready.  I love him.  He is the hopeless romantic of the 4.

My final love was in my life before I met my third.  We began  seeing each other again 1 year ago.  It was the most intense, relationship of the four.  I think it was made more intense due to the fact that we share the same astrological sign.  Both of us passionate, fun-loving, and intensely sexual.  We hit the ground running.  We had so many things in common it was eerie.  I felt like a teenager having him in my life again.  I love him.  He's the most sensual of the 4.

All of these boys needed me in one way or another.  Number 1 needed assurance that someone back home was missing him, thinking of him, writing to him, while he was uncertain if he would survive his tour of duty.  Then, when he returned, he decided to live out his dreams without me.  Number 2 had his best friend in me.  When an unexpected pregnancy threatened his future, he assumed I could handle an abortion to save his football career.  Number 3 saw that I would be wonderful mom material.  But what he really needs is a babymama that is complacent and dutiful.  And Number 4 needed the companionship and zest for life that I was finally ready to give but in the end, he dumped me for a grandmother (still trying to build my self esteem up from that one).

Humility:  being torn down by the men you love and still loving them.  These 4 boys have sucked the life out of me.  I think its why I'm leery of 'new' relationships.  There's not much left to take!  I'll stick with my 4 for now, and trust that the universe has something special waiting for all the pain I've gone through.  I even sound like their mother!!