Love

Converting to a Farm-Gal

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I’ve been seeing this commercial for farmersonly.com, which suggests to men that they “don’t have to be lonely with farmersonly.com.” Since I’m a card-carrying member of Match.com, OKCupid, eharmony and seriously considering BlackPeopleMeet.com, I’ve been giving some thought to converting to a farm girl. Below is my pro/con list:

Con’s to farm life and a farm man:

  1. I DON’T EAT MEAT. This would mean my farmer would have to grow vegetables.
  2. I can’t wear plaid.
  3. Despite picking up dog poo for most of my life, certain smells cause me to dry heave for hours at a time. This could be considered rude or psychotic.
  4. At least in movies farmers look like they are very close to their families. Conversely, I live on a rock in the middle of the Pacific Ocean many miles from my family and have one sibling I don’t talk to.
  5. I have a strict policy of not waking up before the sun does.
  6. I can bet my life that my liberal views on politics would make my farmer want to put me out to pasture.
  7. I often get physically injured when faced with fencing and materials that need to be hammered or sanded down.
  8. The couple above isn’t wearing any shoes. Despite living in a state where the most common shoe is a flip-flop, I don’t like to walk on grassy areas without shoes and socks. Maybe its an occupational hazard that comes from being a pet sitter. I just know too much to walk on grass barefoot anymore. Friends don’t let friends get Leptospirosis.
  9. Can’t help but notice the yellow labrador pictured above is clearly disinterested in this couple. If two models dressed like farmers can’t get one of the worlds most friendliest creatures to even feign a smile, than I certainly wouldn’t get along with real thing.
  10. The gentleman pictured, while clearly good looking, appears slightly metro-sexual. I would be quite surprised if he even knew how to turn on a blender let alone large farm equipment.
  11. I watched a show last year, which reenacts amazing rescues. There was a gentleman who fell into a silo filled with corn and he sunk like a stone. Apparently vegetables can kill.

Pro’s to farm life and a farm man:

  1. Farm men probably have nice arms.
  2. I’m a fan of men in Levi’s.

Well…there we have it. As desperate as I am to find my spoon, I think I can find a Levi-wearing, good-armed vegetarian who doesn’t live on a farm…I hope.

Love

Is it Really Better to have Loved & Lost?

While dealing with a bit of heartache, I was thinking of the quote “Tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all.”
LORDAlfred Lord Tennyson authored this little nugget and contrary to popular belief it was never meant to refer to romance. It was the result of his best friend and classmate passing away at age 22.

Many people make the mistake of attributing this quote to Shakespeare. I can only assume the possibility exists that many broken-hearted people are walking around quoting the Lord to make themselves feel better. However, the reality is their soul is crushed and the only reason they are not taking a golf club to their significant others head is because of this misunderstood piece of wisdom.

Regardless of why Tennyson penned this quote, I actually beg to differ. I don’t believe that tis better to have loved and lost. I would consider it a treat if a man could just once leave me exactly the same way as he found me. No better, and no worse for the wear. I’m sure Tennyson would be in disbelief to learn that when a couple dissolves in this century they can each stalk each other as much as they wish, which leads to one party feeling like they have an active relationship with the other.

If I could forget that I recently had a great time, maybe the following would not occur:

  • Sudden bursts of diarrhea
  • Crushed self-esteem
  • Intense feelings of rage towards men
  • Additional grey hair
  • Binge eating which ties into the diarrhea…sorry : )
  • Frequent trips to the car wash where I can primal scream
  • Rage-full texts and e-mails sent from yours truly, which will now live in cyberspace longer than I will exist on this earth

With that said if you are male and should see me on the island of Oahu, unless you are the most emotionally available person you know, please refrain from approaching me. May God be with you if your male, a jerk and you approach me during a certain five days of the month.

 

Culture, Love

Dating a Centaur?

I’m sorry, but if I’m considering a relationship with a horse, then more people need to read about it, hence the repost!

centI believe my working with dogs has set the bar higher for me in terms of what I want in a man. I’m looking for a guy who shares the most favorable traits of a dog. Notice I said favorable, this is to rule out licking of the genitals, and rolling or eating of poop.

Perhaps what I need is a Centaur, the half-man, half-horse from Greek Mythology. There are many positives that can be gained from a relationship forged with a Centaur.

I would be able to converse with my Centaur because he’s half-man on top. He could also stay up on current events, which we could then discuss afterward. If he’s a Trump supporter, he will be shown where the barn door is.

I’m not exactly sure what’s safest for my Centaur’s tummy, but I know that I’m sure as hell not eating hay, even laced with chocolate. Going out to eat might cause a challenge because his horse ass wouldn’t fit in a chair. However, my human ass is headed in that same direction so we could commiserate.cent1

Because he would have horse feet, I would have to learn to be a farrier. While he wouldn’t be able to farry (?) his own feet, he could still massage mine. I’m also assuming his feet wouldn’t smell, because his feet are really more cuticle than flesh.

I guess we would have to be careful not to exercise too close to eating because of the possibility of his getting bloat. This really wouldn’t present a problem for me as my horse ass doesn’t like exercise.

I can’t get away without mentioning the possible size of his bowel movements. I know what you were thinking, but wait for it. I’m 47 and can’t even admit to p**ping so thinking of the ramifications involved with my beloveds crap is terrifying. The cool thing here is that because he has arms he could let himself out and even pick up his poo. This works out well, because I have shame issues and don’t look forward to sharing a bathroom. Pretty funny to think about my shame compared to an animals whose poop could be the size of a small child.

Certainly if I can’t talk about human bodily functions, sex is off the table, but how can one not address that I could have a husband who isn’t hung like a horse, he’s a hung horse. My body can hardly accommodate the smallest speculum at my gynecologist office or a tampon slimmer than my pinky. I experience zero relief when I remember that an infant comes out of there since an infant has never come out of mine.

While I don’t anticipate meeting a Centaur on Oahu because we have limited parking, please let me know if you could think of any additional pro’s or con’s for this particular type of dating.

Naaayyyyy!!

comedy, Culture, Love

Dating a Centaur

centI believe my working with dogs has set the bar higher for me in terms of what I want in a man. I’m looking for a guy who shares the most favorable traits of a dog. Notice I said favorable, this is to rule out licking of the genitals, and rolling or eating of poop.

Perhaps what I need is a Centaur, the half-man, half-horse from Greek Mythology. There are many positives that can be gained from a relationship forged with a Centaur.

I would be able to converse with my Centaur because he’s half-man on top. He could also stay up on current events, which we could then discuss afterward. If he’s a Trump supporter, he will be shown where the barn door is.

I’m not exactly sure what’s safest for my Centaur’s tummy, but I know that I’m sure as hell not eating hay, even laced with chocolate. Going out to eat might cause a challenge because his horse ass wouldn’t fit in a chair. However, my human ass is headed in that same direction so we could commiserate.cent1

Because he would have horse feet, I would have to learn to be a farrier. While he wouldn’t be able to farry (?) his own feet, he could still massage mine. I’m also assuming his feet wouldn’t smell, because his feet are really more cuticle than flesh.

I guess we would have to be careful not to exercise too close to eating because of the possibility of his getting bloat. This really wouldn’t present a problem for me as my horse ass doesn’t like exercise.

I can’t get away without mentioning the possible size of his bowel movements. I know what you were thinking, but wait for it. I’m 47 and can’t even admit to p**ping so thinking of the ramifications involved with my beloveds crap is terrifying. The cool thing here is that because he has arms he could let himself out and even pick up his poo. This works out well, because I have shame issues and don’t look forward to sharing a bathroom. Pretty funny to think about my shame compared to an animals whose poop could be the size of a small child.

Certainly if I can’t talk about human bodily functions, sex is off the table, but how can one not address that I could have a husband who isn’t hung like a horse, he’s a hung horse. My body can hardly accommodate the smallest speculum at my gynecologist office or a tampon slimmer than my pinky. I experience zero relief when I remember that an infant comes out of there since an infant has never come out of mine.

While I don’t anticipate meeting a Centaur on Oahu because we have limited parking, please let me know if you could think of any additional pro’s or con’s for this particular type of dating.

Naaayyyyy!!

comedy, Culture, Love

Death, Taxes & Dating

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It’s been said that the only two things in which we can depend upon in life are death and taxes. The two things in which I can depend on are death, taxes, and dating. At this point they each remind me of the other.

Death

  • There is no coming back from this one save for reincarnation.
  • Some individuals find it impossible to face their own mortality.
  • Every year I say I’m going to sign a health directive and never do. I actually don’t think this is because I can’t face my mortality. I think it’s just because I’m lazy. Who knows though?
  • None of us can guarantee the way in which we die and if our final requests will be honored. AREN’T YOU HAPPY YOU DECIDED TO READ THIS?????????

Taxes

  • At one point or another most of us will have to deal with taxes. This thought usually makes me physically ill.
  • Last year it took me 22 minutes to get up the nerve to leave my car in order to enter my accountants office.
  • Finding the several thousand dollars needed to pay my taxes often resembles pulling a rabbit out of my ass.
  • At the end of every tax season I swear to myself that I will do better next year, by putting away the 4.712% money that I’m supposed to as well as mailing my GE Tax, Estimated Tax and whatever else every quarter.

Dating

  • The mere thought of going on anymore dates in this lifetime makes me physically ill.
  • My last date never even left his car to greet me. It was basically like hailing a cab.
  • While on a date, which is going poorly, which is all of them, it feels as if the evening will never end. I’ll be stuck in suspended animation with a guy picking his nose and yes this happened and yes it was the guy who didn’t get out of his car. Did I mention that his car was covered with bird-doo on the passenger side?
  • When the date is over I recall the Jim Carey movie “Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind” and agree that a machine whose purpose is to remove any memory that you want is a great idea. Because I have food issues, I might choose to forget how good chocolate is.

Feel free to share any perfect storm of events that makes you want to live in a plastic bubble.

 

comedy, Culture, Love

Follow Me, Like Me, Twat Me, then Kill Me Please

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Someone kill me. Seriously…peck me to death with the Twitter icon’s beak, plus me to oblivion with Google Plus’s plus sign that I can’t find anywhere on my keyboard.

Was there a reason why I spent years in therapy learning how to deal with my problems face to face if I was only going to spend my senior-hood dealing with individuals digitally? I could have saved thousands of dollars had I been able to see into the future.

Not only am I tired of e-mailing individuals as opposed to talking to them, I’m miffed that to be successful in almost any field these days means I must have a social network. If I was a cook, the taste of my food wouldn’t matter, but how many people like the pics of my food? If I were a sculptor, the lines I create wouldn’t mean anything if I didn’t have strangers oohing and aahing over a piece of artwork that was meant to be viewed in person?

I’m in complete agreement with all you under thirty-year-olds in that I should get over myself and do what needs to be done in order to strive. However, I’m in my forties and don’t want to lose sleep over any subject matter that is not life threatening, such as gaining likes.

Lest we forget that I’ve spent the entirety of my life trying to unlearn what my parents have taught me. Specifically, that every strangers opinion of me is gospel. Now I’m being told that I have to do the following:

  • Get strangers to like me
  • Get strangers to engage with me
  • Get strangers so enthralled with what I have to say that they then share with others what I have to say?

Most of the times I don’t even like me and the only reason I’m following me is because I don’t have a choice in the matter.

Please don’t let this rant convince you not to like me, love me, want my first-born ( I’m 47…that is likely not humanly possible) or want to make a Jello-mold that resembles my face. Its only been about eight years since social networking has been important. Just give me a bit more time to let it sink in and for the love of God…LIKE ME!

 

Culture, Love

Is Dating on an Island for the Coconuts?

Despite not having a savage tan or knowing how to swim, I’ve spent my entire life living on two islands. Unfortunately, neither has provided me with the skills necessary to find love. The most profound lesson I learned while living on Long Island, New York is how to speak with in one of the worlds most recognizably annoying accents.

I currently live on Oahu, Hawaii and have learned despite their being many fish in the sea many of them are bycatch. Being constantly surrounded by water not only makes me have to pee constantly, it has led me to wonder if dating in Hawaii is more difficult than on the mainland (continental United States.)

Lanikai Beach, Mokulea Islands Hawaii
KAILUA BEACH OVERLOOKING ‘THE MOKES

In Hawaii I’m exposed to sun almost 365 days a year, which is wonderful, but leads to interesting dating dilemmas. Barring any tropical storms there are only a few weather conditions in Hawaii where residents are advised to stay indoors.

A first date in Hawaii could take place outside, which means I’m only half-dressed. If I were dating on the East Coast there would be several months of the year that I could wear a year a medium-weight sweater, leggings, and knee-high boots. If I felt so inclined I could even wear a hat, scarf, and gloves. Activities for first dates on Oahu might include water sports like paddle boarding to a nearby island or surfing. Setting aside the fact that I don’t participate in any water activity, for me to consider showing that much skin on a first date would be physically and mentally exhausting.

First, I would have to even out my farmers tan because my fleshy upper thighs are Elmer’s glue white. Then because I have dark hair I would have to shave my bikini area, which I would have to start planning yesterday. I would need to fast for two weeks in order to flatten my stomach and if this date occurred whilst I’m on my period it might have to be postponed by nine days in which time I’ll likely lose interest. It stands to reason if I’m half-naked on a date, then my date will also be half naked. This scenario might be perfect for some women, but I prefer to avoid this if possible. It’s kind of similar to my refusal to watch a white man dance. Ideally I would like to put off both activities until I’m already attracted to a man.

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TRAFFIC INCREASED SIGNIFICANTLY WHEN TARGET OPENED SEVERAL YEARS AGO

Since I live in such a popular tourist destination there is a chance that even if I see a gentleman who peaks my interest he could be on vacation. While it’s true that for some women there could be no better scenario than a fling whereby one party must board a plane to return home. I don’t want to fall in like with someone only to be told his all-inclusive vacation package ends in two days.

On the positive side since he is not local, I can easily convince him that I know every cool non-touristy thing to do, eat and see, which really couldn’t be further from the truth. More times than not if a tourist asks me where my favorite beach is, I pretend I don’t speak English. People assume if you live in Hawaii you spend a lot of time at the beach. The high cost of living in Hawaii means many residents work several jobs and are just too damn tired to hang-ten.

If sunny days were my only challenge dating on an island that would be fine, but it’s not. Hawaii is composed of many ethnic groups hailing from China, Japan, the Philippines, Polynesia, Europe, and North America. Even though New York is considered a melting pot of cultures, there are many enclaves of New York City that cater to ethnicities. Whereas in Hawaii residents from entirely different cultures function as one community. I’m told I offend residents with my talking out of turn, laughing too loud, and my picky eating. Some of this is because I’m from the East Coast, some of it is unique to me, but all of it offends the many cultures that comprise Hawaii.

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AFTER GAUAM, HAWAII EATS THE MOST SPAM IN THE WORLD. PICTURED IS A SPAM MUSUBI; A WONDERFUL CONCOCTION OF SPAM, RICE AND SEAWEED.

The fact that I don’t like island food might not seem like a consideration to take when dating someone local, but if the relationship progresses it’s sure to become a problem. Not only am I vegetarian, I won’t eat foods of a certain color, texture or shape and prefer not to eat fruits and vegetables. It’s considered extremely rude in Hawaii if you refuse a food that’s offered to you. Clearly, I can’t eat meat, but if I’m offered a salad with Shallot White Wine Vinegar dressing it will assuredly make me gag since I prefer creamy dressings.

Besides my rejecting local faire I do other things that irritate island residents. The town that I live in has been overrun with tourists since President Obama began spending his Christmas holidays here. How does increased traffic play into my notion that dating on an island could be more difficult than elsewhere? Remember this is the state that coined the term “Hang Loose.” Most Hawaii resident’s don’t flip the bird, give obscene hand gestures or honk the horn while in traffic. In fact, honking is almost illegal in Hawaii. A driver may not honk for the purpose of getting the car in front of them to move faster. Only a “toot” is allowed in order to let another driver know to be cautious of possible harm. There’s a huge chance that I wouldn’t be able to hide my road rage while in a car with a potential mate.

Could any other hindrances possibly exist to make island dating challenging for me? Of course!! If I had to guess I would say more men have tattoos on Oahu than on the mainland. Maybe it’s the vegetarian in me, but I don’t like branding of any sort. Many men on Oahu enjoy fishing or golfing as their sport of choice. When it comes to fishing I don’t enjoy watching animals struggle to get their last breath. In terms of golf I don’t have the patience to stand in the hot sun, while people are waiting behind me for their turn.

I’m a strong believer that “where ever you go there you are.” Even though it’s easy for me to see the challenges of dating on a rock located in the Pacific Ocean, I could just as easily find negatives about dating on the mainland. I took both my charming and abrasive personality traits with me to Hawaii and I experience them with people whose personalities would likely be the same regardless of where they live. I actually recall thinking I couldn’t wait until I moved from Long Island so I could meet men who are emotionally available and don’t speak funny. Now I live in Hawaii and the men still speak funny and I realize there aren’t any emotionally available men anywhere. For every man from Long Island who believes it’s acceptable to leave me alone in a dark parking there’s a man in Hawaii who will easily justify not paying for a date that he arranged. The bad news is men act the same regardless of their geography and the good news is there is life on Mars!