Funky Vacation

I had visions of vacation dancing in my head all day long—fantasies of golden beaches, moderate temperatures, and yes, even foggy, sunless kind of beach days and good food cooked by professionals. I don’t get away very often, and probably should more often. Kind of making a pact with myself to enjoy a little more and work a little less. The research is probably just as much fun for me—I almost feel as though I am transported there, ever so briefly, until I find just the right this or that to actually experience in person. I’m very excited—for a multitude of reasons.

 

It must be the in the air, because two more people of close acquaintance are involved in a first-date situation this week. One had her first date last night—hoping to get details, but from the sounds of it, it went well. Then another friend has one this weekend. In both cases, my friends were very concerned that it go well. This is not always the case. When having breakfast with my sister and her friend, both seasoned singles, they had words of advice for me—if there was no connection on the phone, then don’t bother with the meeting, it will just reinforce your opinion, and, who has time? Both of my friends have done that anyway. The reason: small dating pool. They don’t exclude until absolutely necessary, thus lack a little enthusiasm sometimes and end up just going through the motions. Ironically, both of my friends met their dates somewhere other than the Internet. Amazing.

 

It’s a tricky business, dating, because at our ages, nothing is perfect, if one still believes perfection is a fictionalized sitcom relationship from the 1960s. Okay, I’m talking about me…I just loved Samantha Stevens and her dorky husband Daren (the first one, not the snarky replacement Daren). He really, really loved her and she loved him and no matter how ridiculous things got, they always knew that what they had was going to kick Endora’s evil butt! To have that kind of simplicity in the face of adversity must be a beautiful thing.

 

Okay, I have some Internet vacation daydreaming to do, so I’m outta here.

 

Call me—let’s do lunch.

 

A vacation should be just long enough that you're boss misses you, and not long enough for him to discover how well he can get along without you

~ Unknown

 Published on: Jun 21, 2006