Legend

In some ways, I'm a bit down today, from lack of sleep and probably from yesterday's news. Still, a smile forms upon my face and I know not why. So... what state am I in exactly? I guess I don't know... so I'll avoid the issue and focus on my new guests... you!*

Blogging for me has replaced songwriting as my preferred form of creative writing. It's more diary than whimsical, but every so often I just enjoy stringing some pretty words together. Other times I feel like applying the "minimum words" rule, where you review your writing to ensure that not a single unnecessary word has been used.

One rule I have though, is that I abbreviate names. Usually I follow that rule. :-)

Here's the identity legend, in relationship history order (noteworthy individuals only):

X: My ex-wife of 14 years. See, that was easy to guess. :-)

Soccer mom: She's 9 years younger than me, inexplicably hot to me and for me, a fiery-tempered French-Canadian woman who was not quite as separated from her equally fiery-tempered husband as I was originally led to believe. The attraction was all physical and somehow I've managed to avoid getting into trouble here so far.

L (or L1): My first real dip into the dating pool was when I was set up with my best friend's wife's best friend. It lasted a month, and not only did it teach me how little my friends know about me, it also taught me the importance of analysing things and being careful on who I got involved with and how deeply. She was emotionally devastated by years of abusive men and the loss of her third child 20 years ago and despite my (I swear) openness, honesty and being the nicest guy she ever dated (I'll assume she meant that), she freaked out when I broke things off, swearing she would never trust a man again. Which is the undercurrent that made me break up with her in the first place. And stay with her that long. I am not known as "Mr. Wants to Fix Everybody's Problems" for nothing. :-(

C: My protective mama bear, channelling Dr. Phil. Also lasting a month, this was a positive experience for me as I discovered that my reserved personality actually had some passion embedded in it. We said I love you to each other and meant it. This was the first relationship which started with, and embodied, my rule about revealing my naked soul, just being utterly open. She returned to the father of her daughter, and although we tried to remain friends, it threatened him too much, so... some wistfulness, mostly fondness remains.

J:

What is quite apparent from my list is that I really prefer women who have a strong personality over wallflowers. I don't find that strange; it seems like a good thing.

* Maybe that's where the smile comes from. I crave attention. Thanks for stopping by!