Forgive me, Father…

Actually, forgive me readers, for I have sinned. It’s been a year and a half since I last blogged, and that is a terrible sin against you and against my sanity! I had a rough year +, thinking it might be associated with menopause, or rather peri-menopause. I turned 50 in October and had my first physical in far too long. Looks like my baby-making parts are still in good working condition, which kinda sucks. There is no way I would want to have a baby at this age and chase a little tyke around over the next few years, which means I still have to be cautious about sex, or rather unprotected sex, and/or freak out if my friend doesn’t show up right on schedule, although my schedule keeps running just a little longer, which means I pee on a stick fairly regularly. Oh, to be a man and not deal with this crap every month. Although, I wouldn’t trade!

So, over the last year +, my 18 year old niece moved in with me. She moved out just a few weeks ago. I went from living alone to having a teenager! That was definitely a transition, although it went better than either of us expected. Fortunately, she isn’t a big party girl, so I didn’t worry about her, except the one time she went out with work people and called me at 1:30 in the morning, drunk off her ass and not knowing where she was. Ends up she was in Old Town Goleta – a less than appropriate place for a drunk 18 year old beauty. Jumped in the car in jammies to go get her, which is when I realized I needed more than reading glasses. I couldn’t see shit. Just one more fun part of getting older. I wonder what is next!

I am back to living alone, which means I cacn now bring men home as I don’t have a teenager to be a good example to. She would not have minded, but she did cock block me several times when I came home from dates and she sat in the living room with us, playing with her phone. Seriously? Go to bed, G! Everything happens for a reason, and this prevented the slut side of me from coming out.

It’s not that I am a slut, it’s just that I meet so few men that I am attracted to and when the chemistry is really good and I am not getting much action, it is really hard to not want to see what those clothes are hiding. Problem is, like I have told my GFs on countless occasions, you sleep with a guy too soon and they don’t call you again. So, I have to decide, is there a potential future with this hunk of man I am dying to see naked or should I let my lust get the better of me and live for the moment. The lust often wins out! Thank God I am not attracted to more men!

Really fun getting back to this! Hope you are all living fabulously! I will try to be back soon – no promises though!