Thursday, November 17, 2011
Middle Aged Marrying
Coffee (more like a crisp Chardonnay) would have sprayed from my nostrils.
Uh, thar' she blows: Kendal Jackson Reserve Chardonnay...
My desire to remain single was complicated. I had loved and been loved. I thought I wanted to marry a couple of times (they didn't want to).
A few men wanted to marry ME, (I didn't want to)...
I enjoyed a modest life by the beach and answered to no one. After 20 years I began to wonder if it was ENOUGH.
Job, relocation and a break up. A wall of Rocky Mountains loomed on my horizon, blocking my view of the ocean. Had the ocean lulled me into a coma?
I realized how alone I was, had always been.
My independence, to which I'd been wedded, stopped feeling rebellious, avant guard or unique...it felt like HIDING. A person can hide from intimacy for a lifetime. I was proof!
So I said "yes" to a nice man.
Independence is a state of mind, not a living arrangement.
Huh? You've never heard of a woman marrying for a Vespa? I might be cheap, but I'm not free, mista'.
My nephews are crazy about him...possibly, mostly... the Corvette.
Next summer we'll do it...on the beach. Not the "it" for which a drink was named (you filthy minded scoundrel) get married...jeez.
I enjoy being engaged. It's like being married and single at the same time.
...the best of both worlds.