I recently drew the perfect bath. Truly perfect. Exactly what I needed on a late fall evening. I lit a few candles, turned up the music and planed to relax, and possibly nap, in the steaming tub. As I slid down beneath the bubbles it dawned on me that fall is slipping away and it’s already mid way through November. … Read More
The things I don’t know would fill volumes. It never fails to astound me what everyone else seems to know and take for granted, that I’m clueless about. For example: Reno is farther west than Los Angeles. A duck’s quack doesn’t echo. Calculus? Ugh. Everything we think we know about ghosts comes from Charles Dickens’ A Christmas Carol. Old Jacob… Read More
I’m not a math whiz. I can barely spell algorythhm aglorithym algorithm. But that is what is at the heart of the dating apps. A predictive model that matches up you with “the one.” It matches your interests, wants and hopes with his. How tall you are, what you believe, what’s important, how you like your steak, your bucket list… Read More
I don’t recall what his profile said. It was short and uninspired. But his photo caught my eye. A tall, burly, blond, guy. He looked like an aging fraternity boy. Kinda fun . . . He was standing on a beach with a drink in his hand and the deck of a beach house in the background. Was this Mid… Read More
We can disagree on politics. How rare a steak should be. Olives with or without blue cheese. Whose turn it is to walk the dog. . . . . Most things in life are negotiable. The occasional swing-and-a-miss happens between the closest of couples. He may not notice that I bought new lingerie or remember that I love tulips. But… Read More
Flashback. . . I remember flipping through profiles last summer. This one guy had a great profile name. It seemed to sum up a few of his interests, and his career, in a clever turn of phrase. Something like JacksonHoleinOneNote I’m guessing a skier, a golfer and musician? Score! Very cool. I clicked on his profile name. And honestly, I… Read More
