Monday, July 25, 2016

Monday Mimisms ~ I Need An Ocean and A Long Strong Kiss

I'm here. 

It's Monday and long past time for a Mimism.  I haven't posted since May, which is when the perpetual trouble started. Have you ever wanted to lay low because the thoughts in your head are not suitable for public consumption? 

It's been the summer of decisions and time thieves. My mother's health is failing. She wants to tie up all the loose ends and revisit ancient history at the same time. It's important to her but I'm exhausted!  Some days she's the mother and we are shopping for skirts and shoes. Then in an instant I'm reminded by the look in her eyes that the mother is really me and we're shopping for inhalers and nightgowns.  How does predictable role reversal sneak up on a person? After all, it's life and I should have been ready.
I'm not. 
P.S. I need an ocean and a long strong kiss

And just why am I furiously typing at midnight like some mad blogwoman with too much on her mind? The ever-present saga of revolving doors. I'm dizzy.  Men.  Dating. Relationships. Lovely outings when I feel all grown up and ready to fall into Mr. Beautiful's arms. Until I don't. 
Fall, that is. 

I usually just trip.
Dating is i.n.s.a.n.e! And in need of therapy. Not me. Not them. The whole crazy system needs a psychiatrist.  It's warped like a bad bad version of a cancelled game show. Imagine The Newlywed Game played by people in the Big Brother house who don't even know each other but pretend to because they only want to win the game. That pretty much describes the rules of engagement during midlife dating.  The playbook is outdated (pardon the pun) and I'm reeling trying to read minds when all I want to do is get on with it. 

When I find a way to harness the power of instant discernment I'll let you know. For now I'll continue to enjoy the endless array of men willing to "explore the possibilities" they didn't want in the first place. How did predictable Mars/Venus insanity infiltrate my everyday existence once again? After all, it's life and I should have been ready. 
I'm not. 

Am I too picky? No. I think the problem is that I'm too picky too slow! Does that make sense? I'd rather forgo six or seven dates of wasted oxygen and couch kissing (well, that was nice...) wondering if he's the one (until he isn't) just to save time for the next candidate. Did I just say that? Candidate??! Oh how pedestrian and political my life has become.   Rewind. Start all over.  Rinse. Repeat. More Friday night failed cooking disasters (his poor tummy) then the left boot of fellowship from Yours Truly or oh-he-who-promised-to-call-but-didn't strikes again.  
Ain't nobody got time for this.

 But I am having a good hair life this year (unlike a few real candidates) and I haven't lost any emails (that I know of) and the ONLY reason I know that my bloglegs are returning as we blogspeak is that I continue to use unnecessary and annoying parentheses and run-on sentences galore while adjusting my wrinkled couch skirt in public. 
Yes. Finally.

My pencil skirt has seen a few washes ya know...

See ya soon.  

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Mark In Mayenne said...

Hi Mims, welcome back. *Kiiiiisssssssss*

Mark In Mayenne said...

Hi Mims, welcome back. *Kiiiiisssssssss*

The Gal Herself said...

I admire you for still being out there. Every time I think of getting back into the dating scene, I come up with all these reasons not to: I'm too fat, I don't have the right clothes anymore, my home doesn't represent me "properly" and I don't have the money to renovate .... And then I realize the real reason is that I just no longer have the guts, the stomach, to put myself out there. And here you are, still giving romance a shot. I think you should give yourself a pat on the back.

I'm so sorry about your mom. I remember going through that with my own mother. It's disorienting when it's your "mommy," the one who always took care of you, who depends on you for care.

Mimi Lenox said...

Smooch to Mark.
Blessings to you and France.

Mimi Lenox said...

Gal - Romance is never to be taken lightly. It's life. And happiness. And joy. And CAN be all things good with the right chemistry and man.

I've had just enough of "good" love in my lifetime to know that for sure. It's worth pursuing. Don't give up.

You're a gem.

Calla said...

Ah I've missed your blog! i've missed blogs. I need to reinvent myself and start writing again.

Mimi Lenox said...

Calla - Welcome back to the castle! Thanks for stopping by.
Please remind me again of the name of your previous blog. It's always nice to reconnect with old bloggers.

Yes! Crank up that blog. I hope you will come back and let me know how you're doing.

Anonymous said...

Okay, Got the Brilliant Response link to work this try. I love "reading you". I haven't been out there for so many years. I am thinking it would be tough. Cannot imagine a man evolved enough. Surely there are some out there. I worked too hard to be me to settle for one who has not worked internally on himself. Sandra

Mimi Lenox said...

Sandra - It is tough. For the very reasons you've stated. I don't find "depth" high on the list of things I usually recognize in most of the men out there today. And I need a fun-loving mature man who is over his midlife-just-wanna-play phase.
I don't know where they're hiding.

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