Happenstance

I don’t even know how to describe my day today. Frustrating, mildly disappointing, surprising, successful, and I’d have to pull out a thesaurus/ dictionary to come up with the rest…brain is too tired. Usual beginning of the month nonsense that doesn’t warrant discussion.

 

Brings me to a question I was asked last night. Why am I not dating? Don’t think I even have an answer to that. I have no interest—generally. Those who knew me before are quite surprised. In fact, I’m surprised myself. I’m getting most of my needs met through other avenues of endeavor. I want to be interested or engaged with someone I date. I guess that means my primary focus is not about quantity, but rather quality—I want to like them enough to share my time with—it’s a precious commodity. I have plenty of people to escort me to events. I dine out whenever I choose and always share my meal with company of good quality. I’m beginning to learn that opening myself up to the idea of happenstance is surprisingly nice. I'm hoping the person I met a few months ago by happenstance will take me up on my hope to get to know her better, as I've been given a gift of time off from nearly all the tugs (happy tugs though they be) on my time over the next few weeks. I may not have this chance again for a while, so maybe the moon and stars will align to create a little happenstance, somewhere, somehow. Making it any clearer that this is my intent is not possible. So, I guess I will just wait. Time, I have.

 

Rita is just not working as a name. She’s just not a Rita. I’m soliciting ideas for female names for the cutest puppy in the world—Daisy, don’t be offended, you’re now a lovely young lady dog, no longer a mere pup—as you’ve had to remind Rita many times in the last 48 hours.

 

I had a lot of dates but I decided to stay home and dye my eyebrows.

 

~ Andy Warhol

 Published on: Jun 6, 2006