Are you playing Old Maid? No Way

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Once upon a time, along time ago, Single women were called spinsters.

As a child, I remember there were church ladies: widows, old maids, spinsters-wearing gloves, hats and sensible shoes, with dark wool coats and purses on their arms.

They seemed quiet, demure and quaint-very Eleanor Rigby- holed up in apartments. It seemed there was a small, army of quiet women.

Who’s to say there weren’t weekly parties with pitchers of martini’s, embroidered cocktail napkins, Wedgewood plates piled high with Pigs in a Blanket, silver bowls with warm, salted almonds, Velveeta squares on a Ritz crackers and the stereo playing Rachmaninov and Sinatra?

Flash forward, and, today, Single women come in many shapes, sizes and status. Some of us are Single-on-purpose, divorced, widowed, not interested, Gay, happy alone, still looking.

We are a sisterhood.

Fact: Women can lapse into a serious conversation with another woman in the time it takes to cross a boulevard. A simple, “I like you shoes,” has opened multiple, brief, heart-to-hearts.

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Yesterday, well over 2 million women (allies, kindred spirits, mates, new friends) gathered in 300 cities together– all over America – with their hearts in the same place. There was an invisible blanket of love and righteous indignation hovering over all.

Girls don’t like bullies. We don’t like mean, lying, cheating, tyrants or intimidators. We loathe sadistic, brutish and diabolical people. We are beyond incensed when our elected leaders sink to the depths of dishonesty and deceit.

Women are daughters, sisters, cousins, aunts, mothers and grandmothers…we may be kind and benevolent- however, we are not taking it any more.

We are not.

We Shall Persist. We Shall Resist.

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Feeling like Cinderella?

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Once upon a time…not that long ago, this happened:

On Monday mornings Do you Suffer from from Post Weekend Melancholia?

Listen to this Cinderella story for hope and optimism

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When Cinderella returned home after the ball – her spirits plummeted from levels of unbridled bliss and joy, she lapsed back to the mundane of hearth and home. 

All she had were vibrant, ephemeral, memories of the time very well spent and one cold, glass slipper.

She’d been in the arms of the True Prince and had been treated like a princess. She reveled in an melange of massages, manicures, merriment and fabulous gourmet meals. She sighed, again. She found herself sighing a lot more with this Prince.

Wistfully, she reminisced how the two playfully merged their imaginations and talents in creating romantic interludes. The charming Prince was gallant sweet and kind. And, seductive. She responded politely with oceans of affection. 

In all the land, no other could rival the good Prince’s kisses. He had developed a unique use of elevators for quick  passionate interludes.

Of course, his castle was the only building for dozens of miles with an elevator.

A brilliant businessman, he had a corner on the kingdom real estate market – and marketing was the skill set he embraced… that and Cinderella-  he embraced her often, too

And, so it begins… they were about to to live happily ever after.

The beginning.

 

 

 

Brilliant

How to win him over – in one meal

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Krissey believes in breakfast. She calls it the most seductive meal of the day. 

She heartily believes the way to man’s heart is through good wine, great food, and song and and not only can she both cook and sing (not concurrently -unless requested) she also has a wine cellar of some renown.  Breakfast  – the best meal of the day- is her strong suit.

She and Stanley had been dating for two years and she thought she had an almost-on- the-brink of a marriage proposal. They had spent a romantic weekend at Pebble Beach- enjoyed golf, wine-tasting, long walks on the beach, and something she calls a smoochathon. He showered her with compliments and agreed it was the most romantic weekend ever.

Krissey invited Stanley over for a special breakfast the next day. Over tall glasses of Champagne, Eggs Benedict and 24-hour prepped bacon, Stanley continued his romantic quips and kisses. He admitted to be seduced-by her cooking- everything she prepared was exquisite.

Krissey is too much of a lady to provide many details, however, she brags that after her piece d’ resistance breakfast, Stanley proposed and suggested a trip downtown to the jeweler. And so it begins.

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Almost

Spooked by the New Year?

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You better watch out …You better not cry… 2018 is upon us

Most will agree, the last year has been spooky, disheartening, shocking and darn right scary.

What does one do in these dire circumstances? Do the Great Escape and leave town?  

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Or have yourself a cozy little gathering with like minded individuals?

First, make yourself a reputation for being a creative genius. Second, surround yourself with partners who are better than you are. Third, leave them to go get on with it.

David Ogilvy

 

 

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Boyfriend Probs: Multiply or Divide?

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If you think Breaking Up is hard to do…

Mallory loved Kevin. He was everything she had been looking for her “whole life.”

They had been hot and heavy for an entire year when the ruse was off the bloom – in a matter of speaking.

Mallory had been on her best girfriend behavior the whole time. She was the perfect girlfriend and worked on it. Meanwhile, Kevin was comfortable with her, enjoyed her -for the time being. She had no idea he was so cavalier. She assumed they were both on the same page.

They had attended three  weddings together and each time Mallory imagined herself the bride. She had been building a “My Wedding”  scrapbook since high school. She knew exactly who would attend, what she would wear, when it would take place (Winter) where (her parent’s country club.)

She and Kevin were so blissfully  comfortable together -they were just a perfect couple- so she thought.

golden-bangle-uprightOn Christmas, she really expected The Ring to be under the tree, or in her stocking or  in his hand when he was on one knee. It didn’t happen. As a matter of fact, Kevin flew to his parents home for Christmas made plans to return for New Year’s Eve.

This was disturbing for Mallory. Her friends chimed in and commented this was odd behavior and her parents inquired as to Kevin’s disappearance.

Denial 101: Mallory had mastered the art of denial early on. She very easily made excuses about Kevin’s disappearance. It was nothing. He hadn’t seen his parents in ages – this was necessary.

When Kevin returned from his trip, he called Mallory and said the most dreaded four words: “We need to talk.”

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True Confessions: Ms Perfect Girlfriend didn’t like Kevin’s “You are too good for me,” speech.  And she told him as much.

Next!

Confess

They used to be real swingers

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When they were young, wild and unencumbered with husbands and kids, these girls could party. They worked in the same office and at 5:05 pm, most nights, they were perched on barstools in the sports bar next door.  A few cocktails and a bites of free appetizers was all they needed.

After a wild ride with the start up, the firm closed in the night and disappeared. Cicley, in Accounting was aware things were going awry and gave her friends a heads-up. They had all started looking for jobs and were hired, enmasse, by a competitor.

One by one, the girls met boys and fell in love and were married. Motherhood slowed down the partying and the cocktail parties. For a couple of years. The friends decided they needed a monthly party night and they have been laughing and quaffing for thirty two years.

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via Daily Prompt: Bite

A waterfall of flattery

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Alexis said time was flying- she was not getting any younger…

She put on her big girl pants and decided to go online and start dating. Again. She had put her big toe in the Online Dating Pool and met a few “great guys” who just weren’t right. The last year had been a dating desert.

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She met Hal – a kind, warm, real estate guy who was retiring early and gaga about his four grand children and their parents.

Hal was a gentleman – was thoughtful and effusive with compliments. On their first date he flattered her often and she could feel her cheeks turn red. Again and again. Blushing had been an embarrassment her entire life.

Hal commented that Alexis “glowed.” He was the first man in years who didn’t tease her about the her redness. She thought she looked like neon.

He thought she was the most attractive woman he had ever met online. And told her so. She had to thank him for the compliments and ask him to slow down.

That was last month. They are now very much enamored and constant companions.

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via Photo Challenge: Glow