Simple Sunday

 A stick!   and tell me this child doesn't pose, please note her jazz hand!

Airplane Chelsea!

Today was the simplest of days.  Actually my last 3 days have been pretty simple, but I'm ok with that. It's a bit boring just hanging out, but I think I earned it.  Today I slept late, had coffee in bed, and did a little laundry and some grocery shopping.  I just finished up painting my nails and now I have a couple hours to just veg out.  Thinking I might pop in some Weeds and catch up on my seasons.

The last two nights I've actually gone out.  Friday night was dinner with Rick and Isela, last night was dinner with the same people then out to the casino with the addition of another co-worker Billy.  It was great fun, cheap beer and entertainment, but the machines were really old.  The boys played tables and Rick was up $1500.  I was super impressed and he was pretty pleased with himself.  I'm thinking we'll be back out there one night this week just for something new to do.

The dinner conversations were pretty entertaining as well.  In an attempt to not talk about work we ended up talking about relationships and such.  The biggest topic was our personal preferences and what we'd like to end up with.  Isela likes tall white guys, I'm more of a farm boy type and Rick wants the petite blonde athlete.  Sex was also a big topic and of course I am the odd one out in this group.  Rick and I do match in that neither of us have been long term relationships, but that's about it.  

The conversation turned to romance and yet again I am the odd one out.  I just don't know how I feel about the whole concept of romance.  I know I certainly don't need it to have sex with someone, nor do I really like having that amount of attention placed on me.  I guess I'd rather be with a man I really like, who would do things for me without the expectation of anything in return.  I don't need flowers or chocolates or anything like that.  I'd rather he got me a take out when I was tired, or my favorite snack on our way to the movies.  I would do the same for anyone I was dating, but just wouldn't need it to be classified as romance.  I think to me romance really is dead.

A review of my ideal mate, all of these traits are still on my list and I've even moved away from looking "for my type" and thinking outside the box.  I highly doubt I'm going to find a man who looks like The Rock and wants to date me and all my flaws.

My Ideal Mate

5'8" or taller

comfortable in his skin

good manners

courteous

social drinker

prefer non smoker

night owl

good family values/relationships

facial hair is a plus

bald is another plus

values his alone time away from me and respects my need for the same

treats me like a princess

I need to keep putting this out to the universe and reminding myself of what really matters to me.  This list is a reflection of who I am what I want out of my life too.