Screwed Up Prioritiies (AKA – Its tough to find a sane person to hang with)

Been a while since we've posted. Life gets in the way of everything that doesn't pay a buck. But it is time! And in keeping with the total lack of any theme here at Sid's Soap Box, I have created a new category for this post – "People & Relationships". Like we didn't have enough cannon fodder with government and politics?

Anyway, I decided to accept an invitation to drinks with a cute female friend at a local bistro last night. She's married, but she always has a large group of folks show up with plenty of beauties to talk to.  I was feeling in the mood to perhaps meet someone new. My current flame of the past 2 years has been driving me crazy and it looks as though things are probably a wrap with her.

I tend to be on the quiet side, not the best way to break ice with strange women. But I am a good listener, a rare skill these days it seems. I find that when taking the role of listener in a social setting, the things I learn are not usually of a positive nature, LOL. You'd think at the ripe old age of 54, I'd be used to it. Used to what you ask?

Things like the guy who can't complete a sentence without the word "I" in it. Geeze… how impressive.  Or the guy who seems to believe his personal worth as a man is dependent on how many famous names he can some how imply a relationship with his his past glory times.

And then there's this gorgeous Ukrainian blond. What a bombshell!! In her late 30's, she appears to be healthy, sane, and capable of long wonderful sessions between the sheets. So the usual conversation begins. She tells me that she's been in the country for 3 years or so. Then she proudly states that she works a high end cosmetic counter at a local department store. I silently feel sorry for her having such a sucky job, but smile and nod approvingly. No real problems so far, as long as shes happy, what do I care what she does?

So this gay guy sitting on the other side of me chirps up and starts name dropping all the high end cosmetics he can think of. Who gives a shit I think to my self.  At this point the blond bombshell doesn't want to be out done so she starts in with the same crap, soon migrating to fashion. Twenty minutes later, they're exhausted. The blond has broke a sweat, she simply can't think of one more piece of designer clothing that she owns and can brag about! The gay guy, older than blondie by at least  15 years, feels victory. His experience has clearly produced more minutia than she has.

And here I sit between the two, with just one question on my mind (given up on the idea of future relationships with blondie). Priorities are the issue here! What the hell makes a woman think it's ok to own ten's of thousands of dollars worth of clothes when she's driving a piece of junk, living in an apartment with her pregnant 20 year old daughter and making big bucks at the cosmetic counter??  I just don't get it!

An old friend and I got together for dinner last weekend. He had just ended a year old relationship with a sexy blond. No regrets, he was enjoying having his time back. He confessed something I had been thinking about a lot lately though. He said the problem with relationships as you get older is that you have the experience to know what you want and what you don't want. I would agree with that. Great sex isn't enough for a relationship, bummer… You need to have a lot in common with someone for it to work.

My hostess for the evening made a comment near the end of the night. Her and "the best diamond cutter in the world" and the gay guy were talking about a friend who had left a few minutes earlier.  They admitted that the woman had give numerous accounts of her life over the years to them, and confessed that she must be full of shit because not one of them knew where she lived, or what she did for a living. My friend said "no big deal, we're all crazy in some way". I think shes right.

Now lets see, what's my criteria for a new lover – sane, employed, fit, sexy, likes sex!, not addicted to drugs or alcohol, 30 – 50 range, likes the outdoors….

I'm doomed!

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