“The world is a dangerous place to live; not because of the people who are evil, but because of the people who don’t do anything about it.”
This is the sound of one phone ringing….
Since high school, his pals teased him and called him “The Munchkin” – his real name was Mnuchin.
He bragged loud and often he worked on Wall Street and turns out, he had a penchant for exaggerating.
Balding, a little chubby and bespectacled, he loved talking about “perfect genes.”
But, he could talk…he was smooth and a real story teller. We met over cocktails.
I wanted to hear the sound of ‘Twinkle Twinkle’ on my phone. He said he would call the next day…I nonchalantly cleaned out a closet – my phone in my back pocket waiting for his call…it took an hour to color code all my blouses, shirts, tank tops, T-shirt, and sweaters.
Okay, so I checked to see if my phone was ‘on’ and it was working a half dozen times. Then, I touched up my roots. Applied Crest Whitening Strips to my teeth. Had a facial.
Checked my phone a few more times and said, “C’est la vie!” and went to an early movie. I had perfect genes…perfect jeans…and he was All Talk No Action. Next! Munchkin…
In my dreams, I could be a Princess, and that’s what I was. Like most little girls, I believed nothing less than a Prince could make my dreams come true. Loretta Young
Three women shared an apartment…
In the beginning, their front door was a revolving Date Door. Boys came and went as they ascertained what they really were looking for in a man. It was different in college.
When they were ‘younger, ‘ Cute with a Car was a big attraction.
They were older, wiser now and thinking about the future. At one point, they all agreed that serious, mature, heartily employed men were far more attractive – in the long run.
So, a parade of Engineers darkened their door steps. Can you say: dull, boring , insipid? There were Too many slide rulers, dorky, geeky, shy guys who either feared or loathed women.
Finally, the girls agreed: they wanted zip, spunk, and razzle-dazzle!
Trixie (57, retired CEO, painter/knitter/writer) moved from the Bay Area way up north. Before she made the move, she decided she would get settled and try online dating. She had seen enough eHarmony TV commercials that she knew that would be a logical beginning.
Every time: the Orvil Redenbacher lookalike spokesperson, gently bragged about the impressive success rate for romance and marriage with eHarmony. Trixie had once looked over her sister’s shoulder while she was “shopping” on eHarmony and got a sense and an expectation of what kind a guy she might find.
Flash forward three months: Trixie completed the questionnaire with hundreds and hundreds of queer queries she wrote smart little paragraphs, and did her best to present an attractive, interesting, fifty-something single woman.
After she paid the hefty sum, (Memberships start at $49.95 per month for a 3-month package) she was up and running. Any honest newbie trying online dating site will tell you, in the beginning hours are spent exploring, reading, writing, and responding.
Trixie was a little disappointed with the a few dozen men within her geographical parameters. There were whole lot of guys who didn’t “age well.” She was proud of her good looks and trim appearance. Logically, she expanded her horizons and the miles she was willing to drive to meet somebody.
She looked hard and long and scrutinized pictures and profiles, trying to find one that Prince amongst the frogs. As fate would have it, a handful of men reached out to her who lived out of state. Classic “GU” – geographically unacceptable.
Trixie was getting more and more perturbed. She threw caution to the wind, and started sending short notes to half-dozen men who were ‘somewhat’ appealing. Only two responded- and she quickly realized they had nothing in common.
Once again, she expanded her boundaries and she looked at bachelors who lived another 10 miles away. Zip. Nada. Nothing. She threw in the towel in EH.
A month later, at the gas station she met a guy. A good guy. A really cool guy who liked her as much as she liked him.
Fate leads him who follows it, and drags him who resist.
He bragged that he was the best team captain of the team in high school. Oops! Yearbook pictures indicate he was the team water boy.
He claimed he went to an Ivy League school. Hmm, poison ivy is more likely – the “for profit” college he attended did have one building with ivy growing on it.
The piece d resistance, Johnny bragged he had worked at Apple in the good old days and that he and Steve were “buds.” No evidence can be found to substantiate this tall tale.
Now that Johnny is an Uber driver – he can regale riders with fibs, fiction and falsehoods. He is just out here lying every day.
“And I’m so proud that the White House and our administration is filled with so many women of such incredible talent. This week, as we conclude Women’s History Month, we honor a great woman of American history. Since the very beginning, women have driven — and I mean each generation of Americans — toward a more free and more prosperous future.
Among these patriots are women like the legendary Abigail Adams, right? Who, during the founding, urged her husband to remember the rights of women. She was very much a pioneer in that way.
We’ve been blessed with courageous heroes like Harriet Tubman, who escaped slavery. And went on to deliver hundreds of others to freedom, first on the Underground Railroad, and then as a spy for the Union Army.
She was very, very courageous, believe me.
And we’ve had leaders like Susan B. Anthony. Have you heard of Susan B. Anthony?
I’m shocked that you’ve heard of her.
Who dreamed of a much more equal and fair future, an America where women themselves, as she said, “helped to make laws and elect the lawmakers.”
And that’s what’s happening more and more.
Tough competition out there, I want to tell you.”
Elect The Lawmakers?
Have you heard: Women are lawmakers.
We are the Champions