Sunday, November 05/17
So this past week I received notification that someone on eHarmony had sent me a smile and was interested in me. Smiles are how you let someone know they've caught your eye and you want to chat and see what happens.
Now I was at work and couldn't log in in to my profile as our firewall blocks those kinds of sites, but lets us watch YouTube so you figure that one out, and had to wait till I got home as for some reason my iPhone doesn't sync up with the Internet when I use the eHarmony application.
Once I got home, took Moki for her walk, and got things generally squared away I logged in and checked out the profile.
Now for those readers who have been following the blog for any length of time, you'll know that I met C on this site and pretty much our whole relationship started with the simple sending of smiles back and forth, so you can imagine my shock when I saw who sent me the smile.......
No, it wasn't C as she is down in D.C. and I'm sure getting hit on by every single guy who meets her as well as some married guys to boot.
No, but the woman was from the exact same organization as C although a little bit younger and working downtown. Now if that isn't some form of deja vu than I don't know what is.
How do I know they are from the same organization you ask? Her outfit pretty much said it all as did her stated profession. Oddly enough, she also resides in the east end of Ottawa in the exact same neighborhood and also has 2 sons, a bit younger I think given she is in her late 30's.
I didn't respond that night but waited till the next day, not because I was playing games but more so I had some time to decide if I wanted to respond or let this one go by the wayside. In the end I sent a smile back and we've exchanged some questions to get to know more about one another.
It seems almost like I've traveled back to the fall of 2015 and am reliving that part of my life once again, full circle if you will.
No clue what is going to happen but the odds aren't great as given her profession it means she'll be getting a new position at some point and the whole long distance issue comes up once again. The nice thing is that it looks like she isn't too far up the organizational ladder so to speak and that won't cause me any issues as I won't be as limited in how I address people when around her, should it even get to that stage, as I found it hard not to call people sir or ma'am around C given how I was raised but understood the reason I couldn't do so given her own position.
My name is Marcus and the one thing my dating life is these days is anything but boring. The search for my one continues and with the golf season almost officially over it will be on my mind more and more, not always a good thing if you ask me :)
Sunday, November 5, 2017
The Week of Baby Jack
Sunday, November 05/17
So this weekend was pretty busy on the family front as it was the Stag & Doe for my daughter and her fiance which translated into time with my most incredible grandson, aka baby Jack.
Actually, it was an interesting week or so in regards to Jack and some of his firsts.
His first Halloween was both good and bad. Good in that he totally rocked his little monkey costume and bad in that he managed to get a trip to CHEO (Children's Hospital of Eastern Ontario) when he was on his fathers shoulders and slammed his head into a light fixture. My son sent me a text on the last one letting me know they were heading to CHEO as he had a gash just inside his hairline that was going to need stitches.
Now to say I was freaking out would be putting it mildly but I knew he was in good hands with his parents and I'd learn more as things developed, which I did when she called me to let me know he was going to be fine but he now had 6 staples to close the wound. She told me she'd never been so scared in her life as there was just blood everywhere and he was screaming in pain and fright. She sent me a picture of him and the little trooper was sucking on a cold clothe and looked so adorable, even with red eyes and the staples visible in his light brown hair.
I stopped by on Tuesday on my way home as much to see my future son-in-law as to see my grandson as I was worried the son-in-law was going to be blaming himself for the accident, having been there myself with my son the time I wasn't paying attention while drying him off after a bath and he turned his head right into the q-tip and almost perforated his ear drum. I helped my daughter get him ready for bed and than spent some time talking to him to let him know his son is one tough cookie and that as bad as it was it wasn't going to be the last time they visited CHEO as it was part of raising busy and fearless children. I can't count the number of times we visited there between my son and my daughter.
Come Wednesday things were back to normal with the exception that Jack had decided that he'd had enough of crawling and started to walk, albeit tentatively. Again my daughter sent me a video of him walking across the room and asked if I was ready for the weekend as I was down to watch him Friday night while they went to her mom's to prep some stuff for Saturday's Stag & Doe and again on Saturday during the actual party.
Now some might wonder why I wasn't actually at the party and the simple truth is that my family knows I don't handle crowds very well and do all they can to protect me, knowing I'd have been there if asked but not feeling all that comfortable in that setting, so instead I got the joy of spending some one on one time with my grandson, one of the best nights of my life!!!
I got there early and played with him in his room and helped with his bath, something he loves almost as much as loves throwing balls so the dogs can play fetch. Around 6 pm he started getting tired so upstairs we went to have a bottle and snuggle. Laying next to him reminded me how much I enjoyed those times with my son when he was that age, actually it made me think how alike those two are and the special bond they are already developing. Soon he was sound asleep so I made sure he was covered up and his soosie was close at hand. I watched some movies and kept an eye on him on the monitor as he pretty much slept the night away for me. I received a few texts from my daughter asking how he was doing and one from her fiance saying I needed to babysit more often as he only seems to sleep the night away when grandpa is around, made me feel so good inside as I read that one.
Around 12:30 am I started to feel pretty sleepy myself and went upstairs and layed down next to Jack and fell asleep, knowing that if I tried to stay awake on the couch I was doomed lol
My daughter woke me up at 1:40 when they got home and told me they'd almost left me alone as the sight of Jack and his grandpa sleeping was so cute. I made it home by 2 to see my son watching a video of his nephew scooching over to snuggle up to me that my daughter had sent out to the family.
My ex texted me to say she was so jealous but there was nobody else she'd rather see him do that with than me, other then herself of course lol
I'm 55 and have never once felt my age, probably one reason why I've always tended to date younger, and now I know that my grandson is going to continue letting me feel that way as he totally makes me feel energized.
I know that we aren't supposed to have favourites when it comes to family but I'd be lying if I didn't say that little boy is the jewel in my eyes and the single most important person to this blogger.
My name is Marcus and I'm searching for my one, but in the meantime I'll be spending as much time as possible with baby Jack and soaking up all the energy and love that little boy brings to my world.
So this weekend was pretty busy on the family front as it was the Stag & Doe for my daughter and her fiance which translated into time with my most incredible grandson, aka baby Jack.
Actually, it was an interesting week or so in regards to Jack and some of his firsts.
His first Halloween was both good and bad. Good in that he totally rocked his little monkey costume and bad in that he managed to get a trip to CHEO (Children's Hospital of Eastern Ontario) when he was on his fathers shoulders and slammed his head into a light fixture. My son sent me a text on the last one letting me know they were heading to CHEO as he had a gash just inside his hairline that was going to need stitches.
Now to say I was freaking out would be putting it mildly but I knew he was in good hands with his parents and I'd learn more as things developed, which I did when she called me to let me know he was going to be fine but he now had 6 staples to close the wound. She told me she'd never been so scared in her life as there was just blood everywhere and he was screaming in pain and fright. She sent me a picture of him and the little trooper was sucking on a cold clothe and looked so adorable, even with red eyes and the staples visible in his light brown hair.
I stopped by on Tuesday on my way home as much to see my future son-in-law as to see my grandson as I was worried the son-in-law was going to be blaming himself for the accident, having been there myself with my son the time I wasn't paying attention while drying him off after a bath and he turned his head right into the q-tip and almost perforated his ear drum. I helped my daughter get him ready for bed and than spent some time talking to him to let him know his son is one tough cookie and that as bad as it was it wasn't going to be the last time they visited CHEO as it was part of raising busy and fearless children. I can't count the number of times we visited there between my son and my daughter.
Come Wednesday things were back to normal with the exception that Jack had decided that he'd had enough of crawling and started to walk, albeit tentatively. Again my daughter sent me a video of him walking across the room and asked if I was ready for the weekend as I was down to watch him Friday night while they went to her mom's to prep some stuff for Saturday's Stag & Doe and again on Saturday during the actual party.
Now some might wonder why I wasn't actually at the party and the simple truth is that my family knows I don't handle crowds very well and do all they can to protect me, knowing I'd have been there if asked but not feeling all that comfortable in that setting, so instead I got the joy of spending some one on one time with my grandson, one of the best nights of my life!!!
I got there early and played with him in his room and helped with his bath, something he loves almost as much as loves throwing balls so the dogs can play fetch. Around 6 pm he started getting tired so upstairs we went to have a bottle and snuggle. Laying next to him reminded me how much I enjoyed those times with my son when he was that age, actually it made me think how alike those two are and the special bond they are already developing. Soon he was sound asleep so I made sure he was covered up and his soosie was close at hand. I watched some movies and kept an eye on him on the monitor as he pretty much slept the night away for me. I received a few texts from my daughter asking how he was doing and one from her fiance saying I needed to babysit more often as he only seems to sleep the night away when grandpa is around, made me feel so good inside as I read that one.
Around 12:30 am I started to feel pretty sleepy myself and went upstairs and layed down next to Jack and fell asleep, knowing that if I tried to stay awake on the couch I was doomed lol
My daughter woke me up at 1:40 when they got home and told me they'd almost left me alone as the sight of Jack and his grandpa sleeping was so cute. I made it home by 2 to see my son watching a video of his nephew scooching over to snuggle up to me that my daughter had sent out to the family.
My ex texted me to say she was so jealous but there was nobody else she'd rather see him do that with than me, other then herself of course lol
I'm 55 and have never once felt my age, probably one reason why I've always tended to date younger, and now I know that my grandson is going to continue letting me feel that way as he totally makes me feel energized.
I know that we aren't supposed to have favourites when it comes to family but I'd be lying if I didn't say that little boy is the jewel in my eyes and the single most important person to this blogger.
My name is Marcus and I'm searching for my one, but in the meantime I'll be spending as much time as possible with baby Jack and soaking up all the energy and love that little boy brings to my world.
Online Dating is Exciting and Fun
November 05/17
Online dating is exciting and fun........said no one ever!!!!!
I was never part of the whole bar or club scene but have heard my fair share of horror stories but think I've now found my own version of these dating environments via online dating.
Now don't get me wrong, not all of my experiences have been bad as I did get an opportunity to meet C and have a relationship for a little while.
But I'm starting to wonder if that might have been the exception rather than the rule to online dating where I am concerned as some of my most recent experiences have left me wondering just who the hell I've pissed off in the dating department to deserve some of these encounters (names have not been changed as I don't really care if they ever stumble across this blog and read about themselves, that alone should tell you something about them given how I've always been protective of the identities of those I write about).
Let's start with Michelle or as I like to call her TMIM. That stands for Too Much Information Michelle. I have to say that she is one of the few poor experiences I've had with someone from eHarmony.
We chatted a bit before agreeing to meet for a drink. Things started off well enough but towards the middle of the meeting she reached across the table and placed her hand on top of mine and told me that she found me very interesting and would be open to some more dates to see how things might go. Sounds pretty good doesn't it without any reason to feel any trepidation right? Looks can be deceiving as I've learned over the years. What you can't see from the words was the "but" that was tagged to that statement but one I knew was there. "But I like to know what a guy is expecting from me and thus have to ask you a very critical question" Now you might be sitting there thinking her question was going to center around sex or some such thing, and I guess it sort of did.
"So what I'm wondering is what you are expecting to see when we are intimate the first time"
Now keep it in mind that we haven't even shared a hug let alone kissed yet and this is the question she thinks needs to be addressed right now. Of course a couple of things went through my mind, was she post gender reassignment surgery, did she have multiple piercings or tattoos in her nether region, or did she have an extra nipple or some such thing.
I'll give her credit for not letting that pause last too long before she explained what she meant.
"I'm wondering if you are expecting to see hardwood, maybe a landing strip/tuft, or shag carpet?, if you know what I mean?"
Now I'll admit that I've dated my fair share, see an earlier post on my numbers, but I am kind of proud that I'll never be called a man whore or player based on my experiences but I've also not given too much consideration to the grooming habits of anyone I've just met for the first time.
I admitted as much to Michelle and think she took this as a lack of interest in my part, which it had sort of become. She smiled at me and looked me in the eyes as she told me that she had perfect hardwood throughout and expected the same in return. I'll admit that I once did that but the chaffing as things grew back made it easy to never want to do it again, not to say I don't follow a grooming regime so that I don't look like someone whose never seen a pair of scissors before.
We wound things up and went our separate ways after I settled up the tab. I got a text later that night saying she was still interested in seeing me but I replied that I thought that last bit about grooming habits was maybe at best a 3rd or 4th date topic and not one to have so early on and wished her well but thought we were in different places. The last thing I got from her was "Your loss as I rock in bed!"
Confidence is sexy but bragging is a total turn off to this guy.
I'm going to close this entry out and wonder if this is normal to bring up so quickly or am I just too old and not up to date on things.
My name is Marcus and I like the surprise of finding things out in due time and not knowing before hand what to expect. I'm still seeking the one and hoping she sort of has some of the same views I do about certain things :)
Today's musical suggestion is "Never Let Me Down Again" by Depeche Moide. I've been doing a lot of YouTube viewing the past few weeks and have really enjoyed some of Depeche's videos.
here is the link to the video I've watched a few times this week:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Xq428DZI-eg
One thing I love about this song is the beat of the song, it just make me want to move, and the best part of the video is the back up singers, those two ladies never stop dancing and it is so cool to watch how much they get into it.
Online dating is exciting and fun........said no one ever!!!!!
I was never part of the whole bar or club scene but have heard my fair share of horror stories but think I've now found my own version of these dating environments via online dating.
Now don't get me wrong, not all of my experiences have been bad as I did get an opportunity to meet C and have a relationship for a little while.
But I'm starting to wonder if that might have been the exception rather than the rule to online dating where I am concerned as some of my most recent experiences have left me wondering just who the hell I've pissed off in the dating department to deserve some of these encounters (names have not been changed as I don't really care if they ever stumble across this blog and read about themselves, that alone should tell you something about them given how I've always been protective of the identities of those I write about).
Let's start with Michelle or as I like to call her TMIM. That stands for Too Much Information Michelle. I have to say that she is one of the few poor experiences I've had with someone from eHarmony.
We chatted a bit before agreeing to meet for a drink. Things started off well enough but towards the middle of the meeting she reached across the table and placed her hand on top of mine and told me that she found me very interesting and would be open to some more dates to see how things might go. Sounds pretty good doesn't it without any reason to feel any trepidation right? Looks can be deceiving as I've learned over the years. What you can't see from the words was the "but" that was tagged to that statement but one I knew was there. "But I like to know what a guy is expecting from me and thus have to ask you a very critical question" Now you might be sitting there thinking her question was going to center around sex or some such thing, and I guess it sort of did.
"So what I'm wondering is what you are expecting to see when we are intimate the first time"
Now keep it in mind that we haven't even shared a hug let alone kissed yet and this is the question she thinks needs to be addressed right now. Of course a couple of things went through my mind, was she post gender reassignment surgery, did she have multiple piercings or tattoos in her nether region, or did she have an extra nipple or some such thing.
I'll give her credit for not letting that pause last too long before she explained what she meant.
"I'm wondering if you are expecting to see hardwood, maybe a landing strip/tuft, or shag carpet?, if you know what I mean?"
Now I'll admit that I've dated my fair share, see an earlier post on my numbers, but I am kind of proud that I'll never be called a man whore or player based on my experiences but I've also not given too much consideration to the grooming habits of anyone I've just met for the first time.
I admitted as much to Michelle and think she took this as a lack of interest in my part, which it had sort of become. She smiled at me and looked me in the eyes as she told me that she had perfect hardwood throughout and expected the same in return. I'll admit that I once did that but the chaffing as things grew back made it easy to never want to do it again, not to say I don't follow a grooming regime so that I don't look like someone whose never seen a pair of scissors before.
We wound things up and went our separate ways after I settled up the tab. I got a text later that night saying she was still interested in seeing me but I replied that I thought that last bit about grooming habits was maybe at best a 3rd or 4th date topic and not one to have so early on and wished her well but thought we were in different places. The last thing I got from her was "Your loss as I rock in bed!"
Confidence is sexy but bragging is a total turn off to this guy.
I'm going to close this entry out and wonder if this is normal to bring up so quickly or am I just too old and not up to date on things.
My name is Marcus and I like the surprise of finding things out in due time and not knowing before hand what to expect. I'm still seeking the one and hoping she sort of has some of the same views I do about certain things :)
Today's musical suggestion is "Never Let Me Down Again" by Depeche Moide. I've been doing a lot of YouTube viewing the past few weeks and have really enjoyed some of Depeche's videos.
here is the link to the video I've watched a few times this week:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Xq428DZI-eg
One thing I love about this song is the beat of the song, it just make me want to move, and the best part of the video is the back up singers, those two ladies never stop dancing and it is so cool to watch how much they get into it.
Wednesday, October 18, 2017
A Piece of Canada Died Last Night........
Wednesday, October 18/17
On the way to work this morning the news broke about the passing of Gord Downie last night and a sense of sadness washed over me like I haven't felt in far longer than I can remember.
For those reading this entry and wondering just who this man was and why his passing has left a nation feeling adrift and lost today read on to understand his impact.
On August 20th, 2016 the nation came to standstill to watch The Tragically Hip in their final concert from Kingston, the town where it all began and home to the band. It was such a bittersweet moment as all watching knew that it was the last performance for one of our heroes. I remember sitting on my couch and crying as they performed "Ahead By a Century" for the last time live and watching the crowd scenes from across the country as more than one person openly wept at our pending loss.
Canada is a large and beautiful country, so large that the majority of us won't ever see parts of it in anything other than a picture or video. It is a nation of incredible beauty that stretches from Vancouver Island in the west, to the snow drifts in the north, across the prairies golden brown with wheat, past the thundering water of Niagara, along the the St. Lawrence as it heads east to flow into the Gaspe, the colourful Laurentians, and the red soil of Prince Edwards Island.
It is filled with people from all walks of life, a multitude of religions, and ethnic backgrounds.
It is a place of hopes, dreams, and sorrow.
Gord Downie used lyrics as his brush and a concert stage as his canvas to describe our nation to us.
He spoke with an honesty that allowed us to bask in the glory that is Canada and also pulled back the stage curtains to remind us of our shortcomings and some of the ugliness that has blighted our past, always with the hope we would overcome these mistakes, right the ship, and be all that we could for our people and selves.
He was in many ways our heart and soul. Painting a picture with words that rivaled the best works of the Group of Seven.
My first concert was The Tragically Hip at the old Corel Centre back in 1996. A gift from my wife to celebrate my new life in my ancestral home. It was a show I've never forgotten and every time since that I've heard "Ahead By a Century" I've smiled deep inside.
I'll miss you Gord but rest assured that the message's you tried so hard to impart to us shall not go untold as I'll be talking about them this weekend with my son and more than likely doing my best to introduce The Tragically Hip to my grandson over the next few years.
I've placed a few links to Tragically Hip videos on YouTube for you to watch should the mood strike
Bobcaygeon - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o6QDjDPRF5c
Wheat Kings - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5JjX-F7AFso
Ahead By a Century - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QE2joQsWXJg
At The Hundredth Meridian - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BCFo0a8V-Ag
My name is Marcus and tonight I'll raise a glass in memory of Gord and say a silent thanks to being able to say I was fortunate enough to see him live and feel the power of his music.
Rest in peace Gord, your journey is over but the message will carry on, we promise.....
On the way to work this morning the news broke about the passing of Gord Downie last night and a sense of sadness washed over me like I haven't felt in far longer than I can remember.
For those reading this entry and wondering just who this man was and why his passing has left a nation feeling adrift and lost today read on to understand his impact.
On August 20th, 2016 the nation came to standstill to watch The Tragically Hip in their final concert from Kingston, the town where it all began and home to the band. It was such a bittersweet moment as all watching knew that it was the last performance for one of our heroes. I remember sitting on my couch and crying as they performed "Ahead By a Century" for the last time live and watching the crowd scenes from across the country as more than one person openly wept at our pending loss.
Canada is a large and beautiful country, so large that the majority of us won't ever see parts of it in anything other than a picture or video. It is a nation of incredible beauty that stretches from Vancouver Island in the west, to the snow drifts in the north, across the prairies golden brown with wheat, past the thundering water of Niagara, along the the St. Lawrence as it heads east to flow into the Gaspe, the colourful Laurentians, and the red soil of Prince Edwards Island.
It is filled with people from all walks of life, a multitude of religions, and ethnic backgrounds.
It is a place of hopes, dreams, and sorrow.
Gord Downie used lyrics as his brush and a concert stage as his canvas to describe our nation to us.
He spoke with an honesty that allowed us to bask in the glory that is Canada and also pulled back the stage curtains to remind us of our shortcomings and some of the ugliness that has blighted our past, always with the hope we would overcome these mistakes, right the ship, and be all that we could for our people and selves.
He was in many ways our heart and soul. Painting a picture with words that rivaled the best works of the Group of Seven.
My first concert was The Tragically Hip at the old Corel Centre back in 1996. A gift from my wife to celebrate my new life in my ancestral home. It was a show I've never forgotten and every time since that I've heard "Ahead By a Century" I've smiled deep inside.
I'll miss you Gord but rest assured that the message's you tried so hard to impart to us shall not go untold as I'll be talking about them this weekend with my son and more than likely doing my best to introduce The Tragically Hip to my grandson over the next few years.
I've placed a few links to Tragically Hip videos on YouTube for you to watch should the mood strike
Bobcaygeon - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o6QDjDPRF5c
Wheat Kings - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5JjX-F7AFso
Ahead By a Century - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QE2joQsWXJg
At The Hundredth Meridian - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BCFo0a8V-Ag
My name is Marcus and tonight I'll raise a glass in memory of Gord and say a silent thanks to being able to say I was fortunate enough to see him live and feel the power of his music.
Rest in peace Gord, your journey is over but the message will carry on, we promise.....
Monday, October 9, 2017
I have a question for you the reader
Monday, October 09/17
I've been pondering writing an entry about dating profiles and some of the things I've observed lately but before doing so thought I'd toss in some non clinical research and ask my readers the following question:
What is the first thing you look for when reviewing a dating site profile?
There are a couple of things I look for right off the bat when I see a new profile but I'm wondering if mine are part of the mainstream or a little out in left field.
Look forward to reading some of the responses and I'll have my own up in the next few days.
Marcus
Btw...this was my first weekend not golfing and I am happy to report that I didn't develop the shakes, bite the head off of a chicken, or yell at my kids lol
Friday, October 6, 2017
Happy Thanksgiving From Canada
Friday, October 06/17
Happy Thanksgiving!!
Yes, you read that correctly as we celebrate Thanksgiving this Monday and I wanted to get out front and wish everyone a Happy Thanksgiving from Canada :)
I'm debating what to cook on Sunday, the day most people actually prepare Thanksgiving dinner, as I've got my son with me starting tonight. Last year we ended up at his mom's for family dinner and from the sounds of things there is a little tension between my ex and her sister/nephew that has the kids sort of wanting a low key dinner, hence my trying to determine if I go with the old standby ham or try my luck with a turkey.
I've only cooked a turkey once and to be fair I had a lot of help from C so that helped it turn out perfect :-) A nice memory for this holiday.
I'll leave you with this and maybe come back and post something else later this long weekend, no promises.....
Marcus
Wednesday, September 13, 2017
Not One But Two Chance Encounters
Wednesday, September 13/17
So a few weekends past I had the weirdest thing happen to me and wonder if any of you can relate.
I was shopping at Loblaws and at the meat counter getting some fresh cut lunch meats as my son likes to make himself a sandwich when he gets home from classes and I'm partial to fresh lunch meat over the packaged stuff.
After placing my order I was just standing there minding my own business when someone crashed into my shopping cart making me turn around to see who could possibly be o blind as to miss me standing there and I saw a young lad trying to pull back on the cart, a look of pure terror on his face, and then his mom walked up and started to apologize to me while looking down at her son.
I sort of laughed and asked her "How have you been?"
Hearing my voice made her look up at me and smile as she recognized me.
"I'm doing good, just getting some stuff for Evan's birthday party this afternoon" and looked at her son and gently pulled him close.
He asked her who I was and I waited to see what she would say but I think the question flustered her so I took pity and responded for her saying "I know your mom from work, happy birthday"
The deli clerk told me my order was ready so I reached back and placed it in my cart before looking over at Susan and smiled as she mouthed "thank you" to me and we went our separate ways to finish what we were doing. We crossed paths a few times and each time her son would exclaim "Mommy, there's the man from your work" and we'd laugh.
I finished up and was loading the bags into my car when my cell beeped that I had a new message.
"Marcus, it was so nice to see you, totally caught me off guard, wanted to talk more but you know how little boys get when shopping, let's do drinks ok and catch up?"
"Susan, you were a sight for sore eyes, hope the party is a success, sure you're spoiling Evan"
I met Susan last year in the spring and we hit it off but there were some red flags for me as she developed some serious trust issues from her last boyfriend that sort of clouded how she saw men in her life and made me more than a bit wary of trying to help her deal with them. She is quite successful in life and had her son a little later than she wanted, having gone through several years of procedures before finally going the sperm donor route when she realized her boyfriend wanted no part of kids. Things go so tense between them that he had legal documents drawn up stating that he was not the biological father and had no parental or financial responsibility for any child born to her.
Sounded like a real winner when she told me the story and made me feel kind of bad as being a parent has to be the coolest thing I've ever done, but he was a bit older than Susan and had already done the whole parent thing. When they eventually broke up he went after her for some of the equity in her house, even though he never lived with her or made any contributions towards it's upkeep. Just a money grab plain and simple, but made her question every man's motive that she ended up seeing.
The combination of dealing with my lingering feelings for she who shall remain nameless and Susan's own issues sort of doomed things for us, but I did enjoy our dates and thought that at another time we might have ended up with more but as in real estate so in love does timing matter, unfortunately ours just wasn't in sync at that time.
As I was driving home I stopped to fill the car up with gas for the weekend and literally walked right past a woman who did a double take and than grabbed my arm before hugging me and asking what the hell was up with me.
I laughed at the karma that had brought me into contact with yet someone else I'd briefly dated, well not really dated but met a few times for drinks as we knew the first time we'd met that we weren't really a match for one another but still liked the company of the other person. The funny thing is that about a year after I first met Liz we were sitting in a room at the Kanata Recreation Centre listening to our sons hockey coach outline his plans for the atom team both our sons had been placed on.
Over the course of the next few years we've been parents on a couple of teams and I actually become sort of friends with her ex, though neither of us ever told our respective ex's that we had ever tried dating. Our son's ended up at the same high school and have made a couple of runs to Gatineau to go clubbing with other friends, making it likely we'll be seeing each other a few more times over the next year or so.
I've seen more than a few people I've crossed paths with from dating sights when out and about doing daily activities but never run into two different women that I've dated in the same week let alone the same day. what are the odds?
When I got home my son commented on my good mood and I laughed as I handed him stuff to start putting away and said sometimes karma happens for all the right reasons and makes things interesting. I think he wanted to explore that comment a bit more but he got a call from his sister and was sidetracked, forgetting all about it, luckily for me as I don't think I wanted to admit to having dated one of his friends mom's......somethings are best left unsaid don't you think?
My name is Marcus and I'm taking it one day at a time as I try to be the best father, friend, and person possible as I keep my eyes open for the possibility of meeting the one imperfectly perfect woman for me.
Today's musical recommendation is "Find Me" by Kings of Leon
So a few weekends past I had the weirdest thing happen to me and wonder if any of you can relate.
I was shopping at Loblaws and at the meat counter getting some fresh cut lunch meats as my son likes to make himself a sandwich when he gets home from classes and I'm partial to fresh lunch meat over the packaged stuff.
After placing my order I was just standing there minding my own business when someone crashed into my shopping cart making me turn around to see who could possibly be o blind as to miss me standing there and I saw a young lad trying to pull back on the cart, a look of pure terror on his face, and then his mom walked up and started to apologize to me while looking down at her son.
I sort of laughed and asked her "How have you been?"
Hearing my voice made her look up at me and smile as she recognized me.
"I'm doing good, just getting some stuff for Evan's birthday party this afternoon" and looked at her son and gently pulled him close.
He asked her who I was and I waited to see what she would say but I think the question flustered her so I took pity and responded for her saying "I know your mom from work, happy birthday"
The deli clerk told me my order was ready so I reached back and placed it in my cart before looking over at Susan and smiled as she mouthed "thank you" to me and we went our separate ways to finish what we were doing. We crossed paths a few times and each time her son would exclaim "Mommy, there's the man from your work" and we'd laugh.
I finished up and was loading the bags into my car when my cell beeped that I had a new message.
"Marcus, it was so nice to see you, totally caught me off guard, wanted to talk more but you know how little boys get when shopping, let's do drinks ok and catch up?"
"Susan, you were a sight for sore eyes, hope the party is a success, sure you're spoiling Evan"
I met Susan last year in the spring and we hit it off but there were some red flags for me as she developed some serious trust issues from her last boyfriend that sort of clouded how she saw men in her life and made me more than a bit wary of trying to help her deal with them. She is quite successful in life and had her son a little later than she wanted, having gone through several years of procedures before finally going the sperm donor route when she realized her boyfriend wanted no part of kids. Things go so tense between them that he had legal documents drawn up stating that he was not the biological father and had no parental or financial responsibility for any child born to her.
Sounded like a real winner when she told me the story and made me feel kind of bad as being a parent has to be the coolest thing I've ever done, but he was a bit older than Susan and had already done the whole parent thing. When they eventually broke up he went after her for some of the equity in her house, even though he never lived with her or made any contributions towards it's upkeep. Just a money grab plain and simple, but made her question every man's motive that she ended up seeing.
The combination of dealing with my lingering feelings for she who shall remain nameless and Susan's own issues sort of doomed things for us, but I did enjoy our dates and thought that at another time we might have ended up with more but as in real estate so in love does timing matter, unfortunately ours just wasn't in sync at that time.
As I was driving home I stopped to fill the car up with gas for the weekend and literally walked right past a woman who did a double take and than grabbed my arm before hugging me and asking what the hell was up with me.
I laughed at the karma that had brought me into contact with yet someone else I'd briefly dated, well not really dated but met a few times for drinks as we knew the first time we'd met that we weren't really a match for one another but still liked the company of the other person. The funny thing is that about a year after I first met Liz we were sitting in a room at the Kanata Recreation Centre listening to our sons hockey coach outline his plans for the atom team both our sons had been placed on.
Over the course of the next few years we've been parents on a couple of teams and I actually become sort of friends with her ex, though neither of us ever told our respective ex's that we had ever tried dating. Our son's ended up at the same high school and have made a couple of runs to Gatineau to go clubbing with other friends, making it likely we'll be seeing each other a few more times over the next year or so.
I've seen more than a few people I've crossed paths with from dating sights when out and about doing daily activities but never run into two different women that I've dated in the same week let alone the same day. what are the odds?
When I got home my son commented on my good mood and I laughed as I handed him stuff to start putting away and said sometimes karma happens for all the right reasons and makes things interesting. I think he wanted to explore that comment a bit more but he got a call from his sister and was sidetracked, forgetting all about it, luckily for me as I don't think I wanted to admit to having dated one of his friends mom's......somethings are best left unsaid don't you think?
My name is Marcus and I'm taking it one day at a time as I try to be the best father, friend, and person possible as I keep my eyes open for the possibility of meeting the one imperfectly perfect woman for me.
Today's musical recommendation is "Find Me" by Kings of Leon
Monday, September 4, 2017
Double 5's
Monday, September 04/17
So last Thursday was one of those momentous birthday's we all have at one point or another.
Now I've already hit several of these along the way like my 18th and getting to vote, my 21st and getting to legally buy alcohol, my 30th, my 40th, my 45th though for the life of me I can't really understand why that one is such a milestone, my 50th, and now the big 55.
I don't really feel all that much different now than I did before, and I know it is sort of a cliché that you are only as old as you feel but I'm still feeling a hell of lot younger than 55.
Yes, my back gets sore a lot sooner these days after playing golf 2-3 days in a row and my vision isn't what it used to be but other than that I'm not feeling all that old.
Not sure why that is the case but I'm not going to complain one little bit.
I played a round at The Marshes, my new favourite course, and was matched up a father & son that couldn't have worked out better if the golf God's had intervened themselves.
They were from Guelph and had driven up to get the son settled at university, the exact same one my own son will be starting tomorrow, so I was able to talk to them about what the first year will be like for him. Turns out the son is a 5th year in the business school and a member of the golf team, it showed during his play as he was 2 under for his round in a some pretty fierce winds.
I really enjoyed listening to them tease each other, the banter about target lines and club selections, and just came away from my round feeling pretty damn good. It was like getting an extra birthday gift :)
Golf was followed up with a visit to see my grandson who spent the next 2 hours using my hands as leverage to get up and walk around the house and Toys-R-Us. My daughter joked that it was my birthday but baby Jack was the one getting presents from grandpa.
My son and I met the daughter, fiancé, and grandson for dinner at La Cucina, somewhere I'd meant to try a couple of years ago but didn't get the chance due to unforeseen circumstances, and not only was the food superb but the staff went out of their way to accommodate us and make Jack comfortable, something that sticks with me and makes me have no hesitation about recommending them to anyone and everyone I come across.
My future son-in-law ordered some shots and was trying to get me a little blitzed. My son was a tad upset as he had to be the designated driver for pops but we reminded him he'll get his turn in January when we're down in Mexico for the wedding :).
The night ended with me and the son watching the Guardians of the Galaxy Vol2 Blu Ray he got me for my birthday. He also got me a gift card to Golf Town that I used on Sunday to buy a very nice Under Armour pull over that I wore playing golf today.
I got lots of birthday wishes on Facebook from friends and a really nice message from my ex that reminded me once again what a good person she is and how much of a positive impact she'd had in my life.
I would have loved to end the night with a text from a partner but we can't get everything we want right? Maybe next year that one will come true, fingers crossed.
My name is Marcus and at 55 I'm starting to wonder if I need to change my tag line and begin to accept that I might not have a perfectly imperfect mate out there waiting to bump into me........
So last Thursday was one of those momentous birthday's we all have at one point or another.
Now I've already hit several of these along the way like my 18th and getting to vote, my 21st and getting to legally buy alcohol, my 30th, my 40th, my 45th though for the life of me I can't really understand why that one is such a milestone, my 50th, and now the big 55.
I don't really feel all that much different now than I did before, and I know it is sort of a cliché that you are only as old as you feel but I'm still feeling a hell of lot younger than 55.
Yes, my back gets sore a lot sooner these days after playing golf 2-3 days in a row and my vision isn't what it used to be but other than that I'm not feeling all that old.
Not sure why that is the case but I'm not going to complain one little bit.
I played a round at The Marshes, my new favourite course, and was matched up a father & son that couldn't have worked out better if the golf God's had intervened themselves.
They were from Guelph and had driven up to get the son settled at university, the exact same one my own son will be starting tomorrow, so I was able to talk to them about what the first year will be like for him. Turns out the son is a 5th year in the business school and a member of the golf team, it showed during his play as he was 2 under for his round in a some pretty fierce winds.
I really enjoyed listening to them tease each other, the banter about target lines and club selections, and just came away from my round feeling pretty damn good. It was like getting an extra birthday gift :)
Golf was followed up with a visit to see my grandson who spent the next 2 hours using my hands as leverage to get up and walk around the house and Toys-R-Us. My daughter joked that it was my birthday but baby Jack was the one getting presents from grandpa.
My son and I met the daughter, fiancé, and grandson for dinner at La Cucina, somewhere I'd meant to try a couple of years ago but didn't get the chance due to unforeseen circumstances, and not only was the food superb but the staff went out of their way to accommodate us and make Jack comfortable, something that sticks with me and makes me have no hesitation about recommending them to anyone and everyone I come across.
My future son-in-law ordered some shots and was trying to get me a little blitzed. My son was a tad upset as he had to be the designated driver for pops but we reminded him he'll get his turn in January when we're down in Mexico for the wedding :).
The night ended with me and the son watching the Guardians of the Galaxy Vol2 Blu Ray he got me for my birthday. He also got me a gift card to Golf Town that I used on Sunday to buy a very nice Under Armour pull over that I wore playing golf today.
I got lots of birthday wishes on Facebook from friends and a really nice message from my ex that reminded me once again what a good person she is and how much of a positive impact she'd had in my life.
I would have loved to end the night with a text from a partner but we can't get everything we want right? Maybe next year that one will come true, fingers crossed.
My name is Marcus and at 55 I'm starting to wonder if I need to change my tag line and begin to accept that I might not have a perfectly imperfect mate out there waiting to bump into me........
Saturday, September 2, 2017
Golf, Soccer, Golf, Soccer, and more Golf
September 02/17
So last weekend was sort of a warm up for my long Labour Day weekend and it went mostly as I expected with one small blip.
I've been booking off almost every Friday this past month in order to use my accumulated vacation as well as to get in as much golf as possible before the season comes to an end. I'm hearing that we can expect some warmer than usual weather through the middle of November but I'm not counting on it, not given the summer we've had.
My son was at cottage and due home early Friday evening as his soccer tournament kicked off on Saturday so I played a round at Pakenham to see how the recent decision to move solely to my Nike Vapor 3 Wood off the tee was going to play out given I've suddenly lost the ability to hit my Vapor driver with any kind of consistency, well that it's not quite true as I'm consistently hitting everything low and to the left.
I totally shanked my first shot off the tee on the Canyon Course and then managed to settle down and play some serious golf going 9 over through the first 8 holes before managing to double the long par 5 that runs as a severe dog leg left. I played the Lake Course for my back 9 and doubled both of the first two holes before once again settling down to play the final seven holes at 7 over for another 11 over par on that stretch. All told I was 22 over, which puts me 4 over my goal of playing bogey golf and feeling not too bad until I looked back at my stats per hole and realized I had 9 holes where I 3 putted and that cost me breaking 90!! 3 putting is like knowing how to read and suddenly not recognizing every 3 word in a book, you can still understand the story but it is a struggle and leaves you feeling sort of unfilled.
Saturday morning was all about soccer and watching my son play in what was his last teen recreational tournament. His team has not played to it's capabilities all season but the hope was that they could rise above it all and make a run to the playoffs on Sunday. They were drawn 1-1 in a piss poorly called game that actually saw me issued a red card for questioning the calls or lack of from the referee. I thought for sure it was going to upset my son and/or my ex but he gave me a thumbs up as I was walking towards the parking lot and his mother smiled at me and said I just beat her to it, with my daughter holding my grandson and telling him "Jack, that's your grandpa and he rocks!"
I was talking with the coach after the game when the convener came up and asked about the parent who got tossed from the game and he sort of stood in front of me and said he didn't know who it was as he was focused on the game, making me laugh and confess it was me, she asked me what happened and I explained the whole thing, I've coached when she has convened so she knows I'm not one to lightly question a ref, and she asked me to talk to the clubs head referee and outline my concerns as she was in complete agreement with my questioning him. To shorten this part down a part lets just say he was removed from doing any more games involving our age division as he had clearly shown bias in his calls.
The boys than met the 1st place team in the second game and were soundly thrashed 6-0!! Nothing more to say than the score tells the complete story.
We went into the 3rd game needing a win if we hoped to advance and after conceding a goal less than 2 minutes in on a play the goalie just quit on made things look bleak. That is until my son decided enough was enough and made two fantastic runs to net 2 goals just before the half ended. The only blemish in the half was the linesman on our side of the pitch made some horrendous offside calls that were based on where the player was when he received the pass and not where he was when it was initiated. As the second half started my son picked up where he left off and scored his third goal only to have it waved off by the linesman on another bad call as he'd been onside by a good two yards.
The referee, to his credit, pointed to the centre of the pitch signaling a goal and walked over to the linesman to talk to him when he saw me sitting there, smiled at me, pointed to the linesman and told me to explain to him to the correct application of the rule, instructing the linesman to pay attention and follow my words carefully. As I walked over to talk to him some of the parents from the other team voiced some concern to the referee and he explained he'd seen me coaching for 10+ years and I probably knew the rules better than about 95% of the referees in Ottawa. I looked at one mom and smiled as I told her I'd actually been arguing against two call that went against her sons team and she laughed and told me to carry on lol We ended up winning 4-1 and secured a rematch on Sunday with the team that beat us down 6-0
My son went to spend the afternoon with his girlfriend after her shift ended so back to golf I went and managed to get in 18 at Sttitsville, shooting a nice 92 until I realized I had another 3 3 putts and another blown sub 90 round.
Sunday's game was at 9 and everyone came out to watch. There were 4 generations watching as my former mother-in-law was there along with my ex, our daughter, and grandson. A very cool sight to behold in my opinion.
The game was nothing like Saturdays blood bath as the lads were feeling it and managed to control the ball for the most of the game but just couldn't manage to get one past Green's goalie, though my son had a chance in the dying moments and just glanced it off the cross bar. The game ended in a 0-0 draw so off to penalty kicks we went, the ending every coach hates as it's so random.
My son was first up for us and slotted home a perfect shot to put us up 1-0 but that was all there was to be as the next three shooters for Green scored and none of his teammates could find the back of the net so down we went on penalty kicks 3-1. They boys were happy to end on a good note and thought they did pretty well all things considered. My son was glad to be done as had they won they'd have faced the Orange team that was literally a class above everyone else in the league, they'd go on to dominate Green that afternoon in a 5-0 championship game.
My Sunday was now free and my son was off to see the girlfriend so off to golf I went once more.
I managed a time at Sttitsville once again, helps to be a member, and as I played the first two holes was really struggling to hit any decent shots and not really feeling totally in sync.
As I walked down the long par 5 second I remembered being told there was a tournament just finishing up on the back nine and glanced over to watch some carts drive down the 15th and noticed it was a couples tournament as every foursome was a pair of couples.
That made me feel incredibly sad and kind of jealous as I think it would be so cool to have a partner who golfs, one thing we could do together, not something I've ever experienced before though I will say I came close with C, no not a ramble about my lost love so relax, as she used to like to come drive the cart sometimes when I played and I loved those moments on the course with my partner.
I think these thoughts sort of derailed my game as I played no better than double bogey on every hole and called it quits after finishing my front 9, something I've only done in the past when my back stiffened up on me back in late 2015.
I can honestly say it was a great weekend, Sunday's round notwithstanding, and good preparation for the Labour Day weekend which was made into a 5 day weekend with some last minute changes.
But that is a post for another day :)
My name is Marcus and these now infrequent posts are my attempt to share my thoughts about being single in my 50's, trying to be more open to dating, being the best father and grandfather I can, and possibly meeting the one who is imperfectly perfect for me.
Today's musical suggestion is "Figures" by Jesse Reyez
So last weekend was sort of a warm up for my long Labour Day weekend and it went mostly as I expected with one small blip.
I've been booking off almost every Friday this past month in order to use my accumulated vacation as well as to get in as much golf as possible before the season comes to an end. I'm hearing that we can expect some warmer than usual weather through the middle of November but I'm not counting on it, not given the summer we've had.
My son was at cottage and due home early Friday evening as his soccer tournament kicked off on Saturday so I played a round at Pakenham to see how the recent decision to move solely to my Nike Vapor 3 Wood off the tee was going to play out given I've suddenly lost the ability to hit my Vapor driver with any kind of consistency, well that it's not quite true as I'm consistently hitting everything low and to the left.
I totally shanked my first shot off the tee on the Canyon Course and then managed to settle down and play some serious golf going 9 over through the first 8 holes before managing to double the long par 5 that runs as a severe dog leg left. I played the Lake Course for my back 9 and doubled both of the first two holes before once again settling down to play the final seven holes at 7 over for another 11 over par on that stretch. All told I was 22 over, which puts me 4 over my goal of playing bogey golf and feeling not too bad until I looked back at my stats per hole and realized I had 9 holes where I 3 putted and that cost me breaking 90!! 3 putting is like knowing how to read and suddenly not recognizing every 3 word in a book, you can still understand the story but it is a struggle and leaves you feeling sort of unfilled.
Saturday morning was all about soccer and watching my son play in what was his last teen recreational tournament. His team has not played to it's capabilities all season but the hope was that they could rise above it all and make a run to the playoffs on Sunday. They were drawn 1-1 in a piss poorly called game that actually saw me issued a red card for questioning the calls or lack of from the referee. I thought for sure it was going to upset my son and/or my ex but he gave me a thumbs up as I was walking towards the parking lot and his mother smiled at me and said I just beat her to it, with my daughter holding my grandson and telling him "Jack, that's your grandpa and he rocks!"
I was talking with the coach after the game when the convener came up and asked about the parent who got tossed from the game and he sort of stood in front of me and said he didn't know who it was as he was focused on the game, making me laugh and confess it was me, she asked me what happened and I explained the whole thing, I've coached when she has convened so she knows I'm not one to lightly question a ref, and she asked me to talk to the clubs head referee and outline my concerns as she was in complete agreement with my questioning him. To shorten this part down a part lets just say he was removed from doing any more games involving our age division as he had clearly shown bias in his calls.
The boys than met the 1st place team in the second game and were soundly thrashed 6-0!! Nothing more to say than the score tells the complete story.
We went into the 3rd game needing a win if we hoped to advance and after conceding a goal less than 2 minutes in on a play the goalie just quit on made things look bleak. That is until my son decided enough was enough and made two fantastic runs to net 2 goals just before the half ended. The only blemish in the half was the linesman on our side of the pitch made some horrendous offside calls that were based on where the player was when he received the pass and not where he was when it was initiated. As the second half started my son picked up where he left off and scored his third goal only to have it waved off by the linesman on another bad call as he'd been onside by a good two yards.
The referee, to his credit, pointed to the centre of the pitch signaling a goal and walked over to the linesman to talk to him when he saw me sitting there, smiled at me, pointed to the linesman and told me to explain to him to the correct application of the rule, instructing the linesman to pay attention and follow my words carefully. As I walked over to talk to him some of the parents from the other team voiced some concern to the referee and he explained he'd seen me coaching for 10+ years and I probably knew the rules better than about 95% of the referees in Ottawa. I looked at one mom and smiled as I told her I'd actually been arguing against two call that went against her sons team and she laughed and told me to carry on lol We ended up winning 4-1 and secured a rematch on Sunday with the team that beat us down 6-0
My son went to spend the afternoon with his girlfriend after her shift ended so back to golf I went and managed to get in 18 at Sttitsville, shooting a nice 92 until I realized I had another 3 3 putts and another blown sub 90 round.
Sunday's game was at 9 and everyone came out to watch. There were 4 generations watching as my former mother-in-law was there along with my ex, our daughter, and grandson. A very cool sight to behold in my opinion.
The game was nothing like Saturdays blood bath as the lads were feeling it and managed to control the ball for the most of the game but just couldn't manage to get one past Green's goalie, though my son had a chance in the dying moments and just glanced it off the cross bar. The game ended in a 0-0 draw so off to penalty kicks we went, the ending every coach hates as it's so random.
My son was first up for us and slotted home a perfect shot to put us up 1-0 but that was all there was to be as the next three shooters for Green scored and none of his teammates could find the back of the net so down we went on penalty kicks 3-1. They boys were happy to end on a good note and thought they did pretty well all things considered. My son was glad to be done as had they won they'd have faced the Orange team that was literally a class above everyone else in the league, they'd go on to dominate Green that afternoon in a 5-0 championship game.
My Sunday was now free and my son was off to see the girlfriend so off to golf I went once more.
I managed a time at Sttitsville once again, helps to be a member, and as I played the first two holes was really struggling to hit any decent shots and not really feeling totally in sync.
As I walked down the long par 5 second I remembered being told there was a tournament just finishing up on the back nine and glanced over to watch some carts drive down the 15th and noticed it was a couples tournament as every foursome was a pair of couples.
That made me feel incredibly sad and kind of jealous as I think it would be so cool to have a partner who golfs, one thing we could do together, not something I've ever experienced before though I will say I came close with C, no not a ramble about my lost love so relax, as she used to like to come drive the cart sometimes when I played and I loved those moments on the course with my partner.
I think these thoughts sort of derailed my game as I played no better than double bogey on every hole and called it quits after finishing my front 9, something I've only done in the past when my back stiffened up on me back in late 2015.
I can honestly say it was a great weekend, Sunday's round notwithstanding, and good preparation for the Labour Day weekend which was made into a 5 day weekend with some last minute changes.
But that is a post for another day :)
My name is Marcus and these now infrequent posts are my attempt to share my thoughts about being single in my 50's, trying to be more open to dating, being the best father and grandfather I can, and possibly meeting the one who is imperfectly perfect for me.
Today's musical suggestion is "Figures" by Jesse Reyez
Tuesday, August 22, 2017
A little on my take concerning posts
Tuesday, August 22/17
In my mind the blog is a snapshot into the interactions and thoughts that I may have on a day to day basis, thus some might be very short, almost anecdotal in nature, and some might be longer as I attempt to explain something and flesh out a response, either reviewing my own or eliciting one from you the reader.
Some have been of a very personal nature and some just a causal observation that stuck with me and made me want to share it.
I don't believe I've ever just done an entry that was fluff or to get something posted, you'll never see an entry about me seeing a guy riding a unicycle and that is all I say, not anything like that, but you might see something like me observing a family out biking and noticing all the kids wearing helmets but not the parents, a perfect case of do what I say and not what I do.....a message those kids might take up years later when they become parents themselves.
Blog posts might just be entertaining and they might be me voicing my social voice over events I see happening around the world - Charlie Hebdo Massacre, Charlottesville Riots, or even my take on the new 24/7 comedy channel called the Trump Presidency.
The blog is nothing more than the ramblings of a white middle class, middle aged man as he stumbles through life watching his daughter begin to raise her own family, his son start that exciting period of life known as university, attempting to consistently hit 90 on the links, all the while searching for the one woman he thinks is imperfectly perfect for himself.
The blog won't make me any money nor will it win me any literary prizes, it probably won't help me find the one, though stranger things have happened, but than none of those were my objective when I started this little project more than 4 years ago and over 400+ entries later. No, it was more just about getting things off my chest in order to maintain a sense of inner emotional balance and hopefully helping others who might be thinking, feeling, or experiencing some of the same things, sort of my way of raising my hand to say you aren't alone in this big scary thing we call life, lets get through it together the best we can and hopefully along the way share a laugh, maybe a tear, and always a smile at the end of the day.
So with that said let me remind you that life is not something to record from the sidelines but rather to be experienced first hand, with all it's twists, ups and downs, to be embraced as much as possible, but to never let just one experience or day define who we are, we are so much more and should never forget that.
My name is Marcus and this is my story for better or worse as told through this blog.
In my mind the blog is a snapshot into the interactions and thoughts that I may have on a day to day basis, thus some might be very short, almost anecdotal in nature, and some might be longer as I attempt to explain something and flesh out a response, either reviewing my own or eliciting one from you the reader.
Some have been of a very personal nature and some just a causal observation that stuck with me and made me want to share it.
I don't believe I've ever just done an entry that was fluff or to get something posted, you'll never see an entry about me seeing a guy riding a unicycle and that is all I say, not anything like that, but you might see something like me observing a family out biking and noticing all the kids wearing helmets but not the parents, a perfect case of do what I say and not what I do.....a message those kids might take up years later when they become parents themselves.
Blog posts might just be entertaining and they might be me voicing my social voice over events I see happening around the world - Charlie Hebdo Massacre, Charlottesville Riots, or even my take on the new 24/7 comedy channel called the Trump Presidency.
The blog is nothing more than the ramblings of a white middle class, middle aged man as he stumbles through life watching his daughter begin to raise her own family, his son start that exciting period of life known as university, attempting to consistently hit 90 on the links, all the while searching for the one woman he thinks is imperfectly perfect for himself.
The blog won't make me any money nor will it win me any literary prizes, it probably won't help me find the one, though stranger things have happened, but than none of those were my objective when I started this little project more than 4 years ago and over 400+ entries later. No, it was more just about getting things off my chest in order to maintain a sense of inner emotional balance and hopefully helping others who might be thinking, feeling, or experiencing some of the same things, sort of my way of raising my hand to say you aren't alone in this big scary thing we call life, lets get through it together the best we can and hopefully along the way share a laugh, maybe a tear, and always a smile at the end of the day.
So with that said let me remind you that life is not something to record from the sidelines but rather to be experienced first hand, with all it's twists, ups and downs, to be embraced as much as possible, but to never let just one experience or day define who we are, we are so much more and should never forget that.
My name is Marcus and this is my story for better or worse as told through this blog.
Sunday, August 20, 2017
A slap to the face that was more than needed
Sunday, August 20/17
So I was chatting with someone towards the tail end of the week who follows the blog and is also on the same dating I'm on and she was asking me why men are so difficult to understand, they act like pigs and then wonder why they can't get any face to face time. I sort of laughed and asked what made her think I had the answer to that question and she replied that I seem like a nice guy who is open in his approach to things and not a pig just looking for another notch on his bed post.
That one was easy as my bed doesn't have any bedposts lol
I told her that if I knew the answer to that question didn't she think I'd have been on TV spreading the knowledge and banking some serious coin. I think both sexes are pretty damn confusing most of the time and think that is what makes dating so hard in this day and age.
I told her I hoped I wasn't like most guys and that it came across that way as well in the blog.
Her next response sort of shook me a bit.
"I haven't read the blog in quite some time, it was full of far too many entries revolving around C and the lost opportunity. You need to put that one to rest, free your mind of that woman, and get yourself back out there searching for the one"
I went back yesterday and read some of the entries and she was right. I've been wallowing in some serious self pity and hadn't even been aware of it.
The funny thing is that I really am over that period of my life and though I hate this saying it really does highlight where I am at right now.........single and ready to mingle
But mingle with one woman at a time as I'm far too old to be playing games with multiple partners, I deserve more and so does she, I wasn't even a player when I was younger and full of mental energy lol
So while that slap to the face sort of hurt it also made me realize that I've strayed from my intended path with the blog lately and need to get it back on course.
Oddly enough, someone on a site asked me about the blog as we were chatting as there is a blurb about once having a blog and needing to get back to it, so I gave her the link and haven't heard a peep out of her since. Scared her off maybe, but as Mae West once said "If you can't handle me at my worst, you don't deserve me at my best"
I'm no Mae West, I still bat for the visiting team, but that is a damn good saying to live by.
I'd say I'm back but I never really left, might have taken a short hiatus there but still running this money losing operation with no intent on shutting her down.
My name is Marcus and I'm searching for love, hopefully in all the right places, and maybe meeting my one, not my perfect one but rather the one who is really imperfectly perfect for me.
Today's musical suggestion is by The Pursuit of Happiness and "I'm An Adult Now". Heard this on Live 88.5 while driving to play my last round of the weekend this afternoon.
So I was chatting with someone towards the tail end of the week who follows the blog and is also on the same dating I'm on and she was asking me why men are so difficult to understand, they act like pigs and then wonder why they can't get any face to face time. I sort of laughed and asked what made her think I had the answer to that question and she replied that I seem like a nice guy who is open in his approach to things and not a pig just looking for another notch on his bed post.
That one was easy as my bed doesn't have any bedposts lol
I told her that if I knew the answer to that question didn't she think I'd have been on TV spreading the knowledge and banking some serious coin. I think both sexes are pretty damn confusing most of the time and think that is what makes dating so hard in this day and age.
I told her I hoped I wasn't like most guys and that it came across that way as well in the blog.
Her next response sort of shook me a bit.
"I haven't read the blog in quite some time, it was full of far too many entries revolving around C and the lost opportunity. You need to put that one to rest, free your mind of that woman, and get yourself back out there searching for the one"
I went back yesterday and read some of the entries and she was right. I've been wallowing in some serious self pity and hadn't even been aware of it.
The funny thing is that I really am over that period of my life and though I hate this saying it really does highlight where I am at right now.........single and ready to mingle
But mingle with one woman at a time as I'm far too old to be playing games with multiple partners, I deserve more and so does she, I wasn't even a player when I was younger and full of mental energy lol
So while that slap to the face sort of hurt it also made me realize that I've strayed from my intended path with the blog lately and need to get it back on course.
Oddly enough, someone on a site asked me about the blog as we were chatting as there is a blurb about once having a blog and needing to get back to it, so I gave her the link and haven't heard a peep out of her since. Scared her off maybe, but as Mae West once said "If you can't handle me at my worst, you don't deserve me at my best"
I'm no Mae West, I still bat for the visiting team, but that is a damn good saying to live by.
I'd say I'm back but I never really left, might have taken a short hiatus there but still running this money losing operation with no intent on shutting her down.
My name is Marcus and I'm searching for love, hopefully in all the right places, and maybe meeting my one, not my perfect one but rather the one who is really imperfectly perfect for me.
Today's musical suggestion is by The Pursuit of Happiness and "I'm An Adult Now". Heard this on Live 88.5 while driving to play my last round of the weekend this afternoon.
Thursday, August 17, 2017
I'm so disheartened with the turmoil in Virginia
Thursday, August 17/17
The recent riots down in Virginia have left me with a very sour taste in my mouth as I can't understand hatred spewing back and forth between the two sides in this day and age.
Did I miss the memo saying we were going through a rift in time back to the 60's??
I can honestly say I'm so happy that I moved to Canada and have been able to avoid having either of my kids exposed to that vile environment.
I came across this saying this week and would love to correctly quote the author but can't remember the source but here goes anyways as it's pretty damn dead on and something I wish people would consider..........
"Nobody is born hating another person due to colour, race, religion, or orientation" Sadly, these are learned behaviours that are not easily overcome in this day and age.
Adding fuel to the fire is that megalomaniac in the White House saying both sides have used force on the other.....true but one did not use vehicles to run over the other and at no point has the pointy headed mouth piece elected to the highest office in one of the hugest electoral mistakes come out to condemn the white supremacist's, guess that is because they represent the uneducated masses he so loudly proclaimed to love during one of his campaign stops.
I'm not saying the Cold Fish known as Hilary Clinton would have been any better in office but I'm more than a little confident she wouldn't have been so fucking ignorant as to pour napalm on an existing fire like the moron seems to love doing.
Just my take on things from the great white north.
Marcus
The recent riots down in Virginia have left me with a very sour taste in my mouth as I can't understand hatred spewing back and forth between the two sides in this day and age.
Did I miss the memo saying we were going through a rift in time back to the 60's??
I can honestly say I'm so happy that I moved to Canada and have been able to avoid having either of my kids exposed to that vile environment.
I came across this saying this week and would love to correctly quote the author but can't remember the source but here goes anyways as it's pretty damn dead on and something I wish people would consider..........
"Nobody is born hating another person due to colour, race, religion, or orientation" Sadly, these are learned behaviours that are not easily overcome in this day and age.
Adding fuel to the fire is that megalomaniac in the White House saying both sides have used force on the other.....true but one did not use vehicles to run over the other and at no point has the pointy headed mouth piece elected to the highest office in one of the hugest electoral mistakes come out to condemn the white supremacist's, guess that is because they represent the uneducated masses he so loudly proclaimed to love during one of his campaign stops.
I'm not saying the Cold Fish known as Hilary Clinton would have been any better in office but I'm more than a little confident she wouldn't have been so fucking ignorant as to pour napalm on an existing fire like the moron seems to love doing.
Just my take on things from the great white north.
Marcus
Saturday, August 12, 2017
The Blog has not been Abandoned or Forgotten
Saturday, Aug 12/17
Contrary to messages I've received asking why I stopped the blog, I haven't actually done so but just haven't been posting to it as I work through some things.
Nothing major but enough that my free time isn't really mine at the moment when I get home from work, finding myself pretty mentally tired and the last thing I've wanted to do is login to my home system and write when that is pretty much what I've been doing all day at work.
Not to say that there aren't a couple of blog posts pending.......here are a couple of teasers to keep you interested........
The question over drinks that has me posing a question
What are the odds of two chance encounters in the same day
Verbally abused for my driving
My grandson makes me smile and cry at the same time
The insanity of dating profiles
The future son-in-laws question and the sharp kick to the shins he received from my daughter
Ponder these and if the planets align in just the right pattern there might be a new posting by end of day Sunday :-)
Marcus
Contrary to messages I've received asking why I stopped the blog, I haven't actually done so but just haven't been posting to it as I work through some things.
Nothing major but enough that my free time isn't really mine at the moment when I get home from work, finding myself pretty mentally tired and the last thing I've wanted to do is login to my home system and write when that is pretty much what I've been doing all day at work.
Not to say that there aren't a couple of blog posts pending.......here are a couple of teasers to keep you interested........
The question over drinks that has me posing a question
What are the odds of two chance encounters in the same day
Verbally abused for my driving
My grandson makes me smile and cry at the same time
The insanity of dating profiles
The future son-in-laws question and the sharp kick to the shins he received from my daughter
Ponder these and if the planets align in just the right pattern there might be a new posting by end of day Sunday :-)
Marcus
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