Getting Back Out There: Online Dating/Seabound Swedish

Seabound Sweden turned out to be very kind, very gentle. He spoke of a son that was in boarding school. He was a widower and he was 400 miles off the shores of America. Hmmmm. I asked if that was like straight out or down like by Mexico or exactly where was it, he answered with a disdain that I should be appeased by his answer of, “No dear, 400 nautical miles!”, uhhh, ok…soooo. Yeah, I had no idea, was that Mexico?
Now I am going to give each man trust, until he gives me reason to NOT trust him. So maybe I can’t meet him for several months because he is a contractor and needs to finish up his term.

Oh, did I mention that after two weeks of only texting (he has terrible reception) he wanted me to get off the dating website so we could get to know each other exclusively. Sure why not. Nobody can ever say I am not one to give love a chance, even though he was out far out in the sea.

So we continued to speak via text everyday and everyday as he asked me my dreams, what makes me cry, what makes me laugh out loud, what makes me fill with joy, do I believe in love at first sight, can I be will I be his love till I die…yeah deep stuff like that. But hey, I am keeping that criticism “in” my head. I” had to admit I always had a bad “chooser” and ended up with unavailable jerks, maybe he was a dorky love bug like I have been dreaming of…right?

Of course I would never say that stuff back because I would have straight out pee’d my pants from laughing so hard, it was silly and weird but dorks need love too. I may have another Bill Gates eating out of the palm of my hands and it’s just a matter of time before I am having brunch with Chris Kardashian, ya never know.

Okay, so I go to Vegas and start feeling a little sassy with my friend because I am actually reading every text he sends me to her and I guess I can’t just leave them in the drawer as my little weird secret, naw, it’s out it’s exposed in the air and sure as heck, my friend agree’s, this guy is a nut job. He can’t be real. We have to make him prove it. So I tell him that I am going to send him my work badge and he needs to make me feel secure and do the same for me. An hour later I get a thing that looks like it was a bad photoshop job and superintendent is spelled wrong. I got my work badge and placed it next to my face and did a selfie so you could see my face and card and sent it to him, and I said do the same. I want to see your card next to your face.

He got back to me angrily and said he doesn’t have time to be playing my games…BLOCK!!! And boy let me tell you it was a big sigh of relief because I felt I knew he was not real, but I wasn’t sure. Gee does this mean I need to be single for a while more…

Well, more to come…stay tuned…the fish I let STAY OUT AT SEA


My Ex and I Are Going To Be Grandparents!

My Ex and I are Co-Grandarenting

There was a time when I refused to attend my family’s Thanksgiving Dinner because I found out that my ex was going. Can you believe it? That was my blood family! It wasn’t my fault that his parents and only brother died, he is the one who wanted to end the marriage so my family and I were a package deal. You can’t have my family and not take me.

The way my sister-in-law said, he has been in the family for 30 years and she thought she didn’t want to be put in the middle so she was just going to invite everyone and it was up to the individuals to decide if they wanted to come. Oh, I was hot, I was pissed, I could bite through nails. Ha! That was the only thing I could have sunk my teeth into because I had no food that day, I stayed in my apartment and sulked and went to bed early.

Well that was then. I remember being a child and having to be made to choose between going with my mom and dad and they were both right there staring at us and would ask who did we want to go with. Talk about giving an elementary kid anxiety from undue pressure.  I wanted my kids to have it different.

Several months ago I was given the miracle news that I am going to be a grandma. My grandest dreams have come true. Nobody loves kids and babies like I do. I want the best for this little girl that is coming into the world, I want things to be cool for my adult kids too.

So yesterday for my sons’ baby shower, my ex and I showed up together, we hung out for like seconds at some parts. We left together…not together together…no he went to his girlfriends after he dropped me off and yeah I thought how stupid is he having to run to his girlfriend like a p****y-whipped little boy, or he will get in trouble, it was nice to feel somewhat at peace with him.

Don’t get me wrong, he still rubs me the wrong way, damn does he have to yell at cars like they hear him…road rage…all is well.  I am acting like a big girl and co-grandparenting is gonna be just swell….