(More) On Why I’m Still Single…
Yesterday, I went to the Farmer’s Market to experience sun, fresh fruit, fresh veges, and my requisite state of annoyance at the vibe…(I’m starting to think I go because I like feeling annoyed). This time it wasn’t the I’m Not Really Trying to Be Fabulous, I Just Wake Up That Way vibe of casual glamour (just admit it, Farmer’s Market Ladies, you spent an hour picking out your lululemon yoga pants) that irked me, but more the conversation between the Lady Who Asks Her Husband If She Should Buy Some Peaches and her Husband that I had to overhear. Why are you asking your husband, Lady Who Asks Her Husband If She Should Buy Some Peaches? Does he know something about your cravings that you don’t? Is your entire relationship a codependent sham based on your inability to trust your own natural bodily instincts? If you want to eat a peach, then buy a half dozen (you’re wearing a $150 yoga outfit, surely you can afford a $2.00 organic peach!). This type of treatment is usually suggested for those people with lowest viagra price reproductive disorders due to emotional and mental disorders, while it could be a result of some sort of trauma or injury that didn’t resolve despite various medical interventions acquired by athletes. There is cialis discount pharmacy no chance of adverse effects system contributing to erotic disorder. Sildenafil which acts on the erectile tissue of the penis swells and levitra price stiffens. The corner that there is no noise from, that we walk into to hide from the noise. cute-n-tiny.com purchase cialis If this is the current state of American marriages then I will surely be single for the rest of my vida…(slight bitterness going on here…).
The Good News is that, while I don’t have a Boyfriend, I do have many sweet relationships with my many dance partners. In these very different relationships, I experience an odd, brotherly, salsa love with guys who have taught me and nurtured me through different levels of salsa dancing with mucho amor (sometimes a bit too much…). They may not know what I eat for breakfast, (or if I want to buy a freakin’ peach at the Farmer’s Market), but they do know when I’m trying to control (I have issues in that area), lack patience, or faith…you can’t hide when dancing, salsa tells all…
Still no forecast on the child bearing years (I realized today that I don’t have kids out of fear that I will forget to pick him/her/them up from day care and will, consequently, get arrested).
Just for today, I can be single and childless.
I know what you me about fruit codependency, but my observation is that some of these inane interactions are just how people, well, interact. It almost, and I mean almost, makes one want to give up eavesdropping entirely.
-One-legged man who hasn’t tried Salsa.
I love eavesdropping…I think it’s my favorite thing to do. I’ve seen a man dance salsa on one leg, he was amazing…it’s on YouTube somewhere…
Oh, but you do hear some gems! I heard a couple with their wedding planner the other day and the groom (!) was doing all of the talking. He obviously thought that no one, not the planner or the church, had ever done a wedding before. I actually get involved in a fair number of weddings, and the eavesdropping was a definite source of entertainment.
Since getting my prosthetic I’ve done a little dancing- both on the dance floor and some Irish, and it wasn’t too bad. I think my impairments have more to do with rhythm and counting. I probably will try salsa at some point. Dancing definite liberates part of the soul.
keep those feet a-flyin’!
Pax
Check him out:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ru0_Qc6mZCg
Very inspiring!
Very inspiring- even if he does count better than I do. Thanks very much for finding that- I may hit you up later for suggestions on where to get lessons. Thanks, Stella!
Salud!