fromthemouthofmoi

5'8" bi-racial female, full of piss and vinegar, seeks man to make her laugh. You: upbeat, employed, happy. Me: did I say tall?  Eons ago it was once suggested that I place a personal ad as a way of meeting people. I was aghast. Personal ads were for losers or people anxious to meet a serial killer. The friend suggested I try New York magazine's last page. I called the magazine and learned that a personal ad with the magazine ran about 200 bucks a word! At that price I decided that serial killers didn't have that sort of pocket money to invest in stalking. Instead I found the New York Press, a free weekly newspaper which offered free personal ads. At that time people wrote actual letters in response to an ad. They sent the letter to the newspaper and the newspaper forwarded the letters on to the person placing the ad.  I sure as heck wish it was still done that way. The caliber of person who writes a letter shoots up 100% in comparison to online dating through

It's been almost two years since my best friend and I ceased speaking. We had known one another for well over 40 years. I still think of her most days and I can think of no other way to refer to her other than, "My best friend". When I think about her I think about her in the same manner I have always thought about her: I wonder what she might be doing. I wonder how the lobster season went. I wonder if she is well; if she is still struggling to grow and be better than she feels. I think of her in tender fond ways. Mostly I just hope that each day finds her peace and resolution in her own difficult life. I hope she is doing the same for me. I want her to know I am happy and wish her the best. I begin talking to R after thirty years of just wondering. I learn he's survived great obstacles and came out the other side intact. I learn from him that where he lives one can get a tax credit for building a bomb shelter in their home. This all sounds normal to him. I think he