Fast Cars & Target & My Stash

Some friends of mine are cheering me on and providing mutual support to get on me dating apps.

Wow. I thought the Spelling Bee was hard to figure out.

I am learning so much about how guys present themselves with so little information. There are a few themes. The first I'll discuss today is the guy in the fast, sporty car. 

Note to men: If you post a picture of yourself driving a Porsche or a Mustang or some other speedy car, great. I love it. It is awesome.

But you better let me fucking drive the fancy car in the picture. I am not signing up to be a spectator or ride in the passenger seat.

Just saying.

Also, everyone loves exploring other cities. How come no one wants to spend Sunday at Target? Or go grocery shopping? Or, "I spend the weekend maintaining this old house I bought. I need to power wash the deck. Sorry we can't go snowshoeing in the Cascades." I have to admit one guy called BS on all the adrenaline junkie sports as his non-negotiables: "Bungee jumping, rock climbing, sky diving. Those are all cool---from a distance."

Thank you, sir.

What won't I post on my profile: "I have a fabric addiction. I have boxes of fabric that I hope to someday turn into quilts that I don't need. Do you have children or nieces or nephews that could use a quilt? I love embroidery where I more kits than I have time to finish. I also horde paper. Do you need a coupon for Ace Hardware that expired in March? I have one in the stack on my kitchen counter."

How about providing practical information on the profile, like do you snore? Do you have a job that requires you to carry a pager? What does the pager sound like and how often are you called? You know to get out of bed and take the call in another room when I am there, right? What time do you go to sleep? Are you in bed by 8:30 p.m., or are you knocking around until 2:00 a.m.? How do you manage money? Do you have credit card debt? Are you a saver or a spender? Do you know how to fix a leaky faucet? If not, will you expect me to fix it, or let it drip for months until no one notices/cares anymore? Or, will you call a plumber, schedule the plumber's visit and pay for said plumber? My closet door is dragging on the floor. Can you fix it, without looking inside to see how much crap is in there and how disorganized it is? 

Thanks.

Chairs

I have two chairs in my apartment that I need to get rid of. This summer, I bought new furniture, and now these chairs don't fit. I don't have room for them.

I am torn about getting rid of them. I get sad thinking about getting rid of them, but I also don't need or really like them. I like them and I also dislike them. 

My ex bought the chairs when we got the condo. The chairs are big and bulky and comfortable. They also have sharp edges, which is a really odd design feature for a chair. I've plopped down too fast and bruised the back of my leg.

These chairs are a reminder of my ex, more than anything specific thing that I own. During the separation, we met for dinner several times a week downtown for dinner. After dinner, we'd sit in the living room and stream a show or work on a jigsaw puzzle.

Maybe my angst is because I see these as his chairs, not mine, more by use than ownership. I rarely sat in them, except to put my shoes on, or use it as a place to drop my purse.

Time to let them go. Time to make more space in my life and heart for something new.