I have been thinking a lot lately about my future. I want to open the Internet/bookstore/café but am getting cold feet. If only I would have had the opportunity to get into the stock market a few years back. Now that I am almost ready look what has happen.

There are always bonds, but when buying was at it highest I always predicted the winners; Don’t get me wrong, I am not out to be rich, in fact I am out to not be rich, just average. I have a friend who has recently made millions in the stock market and promised to give me the scoop, but he has been busy and I have been busy and now with the slump I am afraid to ask.

Once I sell my land, it is the bookstore, back to school, or the stock market, bonds, and a poverty level lifestyle, (smile)

Therefore, what is new, I have been painting a lot. Just finished a painting I have been working on and off for a few years.

It is called flying snake.

Men, you know I have been thinking about it a lot and I like my life as it am. I have all the freedom in the world to work, play, and eat, whatever I want whenever I want. Now when I am asked out, I usually say I am sorry but just not dating now. It does not matter handsome, average, or geek, rich or poor, just not stupid. arrogant, phony, vain, obnoxious, or a liar.

I enjoy my company, my few friends and family and art and music and a few other things I do. I have had plenty of boyfriends, and use to love the excitement of a new flame, but now looking back, I wasted a lot of precious time on them.]

Does that seem cold? I hope now.

Now I am not leaving out the possibility that I may find the perfect guy for me, but I am not making it a priority by any means; Part of my past mistakes is I have always dated guys much younger then myself, Hey, I did not go looking for them, they always found me.

I have not a reason for this, maybe where I lived there were mostly young guys, maybe because I am young for my age, I have no idea, but I would have preferred at least a guy near my age. I have dated guys as much as 11 years younger than myself.

What is up with that? What is my kind of guy? Well, who is willing to understand me, and one who is willing for me to understand him. One who is honest, has virtue, a little old fashion, likes the outdoors, isn’t afraid to express his feelings,

Likes to be casual, and has a great sense of humor. I am not that funny, but I sure appreciate one that is. Sort of off the wall.

Not a guy who is so strange he has to stand out and demand to be noticed for his unusual taste, his bombastic vocabulary, what a turn off. A man who likes his job. A man who appreciates a woman who puts him first at home and takes the time to make his favorite meals and foot rubs, back rubs and you know what? He appreciates it. Thus returns the present.

Spontaneous likes animals, children, and old people. I would want a kind man, thinking of others, and helping others. but not someone who is taken advantage of. I wold like a man who is proud of me, and is as excited about me and I am about him.

I would never want a man who is crude or disrespectful especially in public. I would never be disrespectful in public to him no matter what; I would wait until we were in a private place and express my feelings;

I would not want the type of man that says one thing to me and another to his friends, that is a liar and a weak man that has to do that.

I don’t require flowers, I would rather see them alive in a garden then dead in a dish, I don’t require perfume, jewelry, or expensive cars and other junk, to me that is just what it is, junk.

The jewelry can be ok if it is special.

I would rather have a back rub, a surprise package with maybe a foxy nightdress, natural oils, like rose oil, musk, or some other earthy green smell. I do not think Christmas should be so over done, I think any day, just pick a day to have a special day.

Well, I have gone off on this way too much. More than I intended;

 

Oh, we have a new talented artist at the gallery name Kerby McGhee; he is a nice guy, funny and innovative. Check him out.

Talk to ya later.