Joint :: “I never inhaled.”
Well, of course he didn't. And neither did his wife. Didn’t all our 1960's campus activists with high aspirations, lofty goals, and dreams of grandeur hold the smoke in their mouths (only briefly), exhale it without getting high, and pass the joint along to the next stoner? I’m sure they also missed the glassy-eyed, hysterical trip to McDonald’s afterward, preferring to go back to their dorms, and curl up on their top bunks with a good book. Seriously. I'm sure of this!
Ferry :: Derek on Grey’s Anatomy.
Dr. McDreamy has a thing for ferries. I have a thing for those eyes of his. Forget the hair, which is thick and wavy, and becoming more and more rare within my age group. Just forget it. Instead, check out how he looks at Meredith. Oh, my God, I would positively swoon and keel over, if someone looked at me like that. No need for the weed in the paragraph above. I would already be floating.
Satisfying :: To know there are nice single guys out there between the ages of 56 and 62.
I know because I am starting to meet them. What qualities do they have that I like? They are seeking, they are emotionally mature, they are genuine, they tend to be artistic; and they are effective, with a quiet about them. They are mature, they are confident, and they are not constantly joking or performing, indicating an ability to spend some time in the moment. They’re not aware of the rules. And they’re not afraid to drop off Easter presents, if they feel like it; something I’ve never experienced from a man before, including husbands and sweethearts, which takes an enormous amount of courage, especially if it is done before the “Where are we going?” discussion. They do not inspire giddiness in me; it’s something else, but I haven’t identified it yet.
Have a glorious Easter, and may you find all the good eggs.