I’m writing incessantly, it seems, or at least feels like.  I’m apparently not, but I am constantly, in my mind, writing.  It is crazy.

I went out with my friend tonight.  We had such a great time.  The band, called Mixed Signals, was great! I wasn’t paying that much attention til they played Van Morrison’s “Into the Mystic” which is one of my favorites by him.  So much music that I could relate to, and sing along with, and dance in my seat to.  The crowd was my age.  We even had conversations with age appropriate men!  I showed one man, who asked how long I’d been single, my wedding ring scar, lol .  Anyway a great time was had by all.  I may have more in the morning to say about it.  It’s late, way past my bedtime, but I need to unwind, and so, here I am blogging, lol.

I came home and my son’s friend who is a chef at Bobby Flays was in the kitchen at 11 PM.  They were cooking bacon, and putting it on the left over hot dog buns from the last time he was here, with my buffalo chicken meatballs, heated up by sauteing in the bacon grease.  Damn, they looked good!!!  And Brian, the real chef, did something with the left over pasta I had in the fridge too.  I sat and talked with the boys, there were 3 total, for awhile, and laughed.  Oh God I love people who can make me laugh.

Laughter is so important, it’s as important as good sex, really. To have good sex with someone is one type of connection, but if they can make you laugh too?  Damn, that’s worth trying to hold on to.

He’s out there.  He wasn’t there tonight, but we made some progress, lol.  It was so much fun to be out among people, listening to good music, talking to real men who have no serious crazy fucking issues at least, not at first sight.  Men leaning in close to talk to you, putting their hand on your arm, or shoulder.  It was nice…it was really nice.

I got a message from a man today that seems worth following up.  He said more than one sentence in his message, and seemed seriously interested.  And not a scammer, he had way too much detail for a scammer. And proper syntax in his sentences.  I will follow up tomorrow, after I’ve had a decent night’s sleep.

Just sayin’, there’s life after a break-up.  Even if you loved the man with every fiber of your being.  Go out and have yourself some fun.  And then come home and have it with your kids, lol.

Life is so good.  Love and light, everyone.