Road Trip
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Posted:Sep 26, 2012 7:25 am
Last Updated:May 22, 2024 10:12 pm
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We have been asking for an overnight road trip here at the home. Yesterday the activity staff announced a trip for the 5th & 6th of October to the Anacortes Octoberfest. That's pretty short notice. I want to go so badly but since I lost my partner I don't have a bunk mate. Sometimes life sucks.
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nobody local likes me
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Posted:Sep 22, 2012 7:15 am
Last Updated:Nov 2, 2012 8:19 am
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So many seem to be online at all hours yet no-one has called. No answers to email. I'm so lonesome. I don't do the chat lines and haven't figured out the messenger thingy.
Well, I am getting hit with the fakes. The twenty somethings want the 72 yo man. I get flirts but they haven't looked at my profile. These just cannot be real.
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Early Call
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Posted:Sep 21, 2012 8:23 am
Last Updated:May 22, 2024 10:12 pm
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Sister called this morning.
"Do you want to go on a spontaneous outing?"
"where to"
"Puyallup Fair"
"I'm In" (no delay in answer)
"go walk the and your other sister will pick you up"
It's going to be a great day.
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another day
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Posted:Sep 18, 2012 2:02 pm
Last Updated:May 22, 2024 10:12 pm
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Just walked the on the trail. Wrote a couple of emails earlier. Think I'll make a sandwich.
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My Story
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Posted:Sep 16, 2012 12:09 pm
Last Updated:Sep 27, 2012 12:30 pm
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A year and a half ago I moved into an independent living retirement apartment. I no longer wanted to deal with house and really needed to be around people. I was afraid I was becoming a hermit. I selected the Olympia area because my sisters live here. I jokingly call it my old folks home. Well that is a true statement since the latest average entry age is over eighty. I don't care about the ages. I get fed every day, my toilet is cleaned, the bed is made and floors cleaned once a week. I have a bunch of ladies who like to have me around.
Shortly after moving in, a lady with a little also moved in. She was a relative youngster for this place. Somehow I asked if she would like company when she walked the on the nearby trail. Offer excepted we began a nearly daily afternoon walk. Starting off with habits of the and then to personal histories, current events and politics, we talked. Eventually the question was asked are we just friends or could there be more. The answers were a mutual yes. Then is moved on to hand holding and then moved on to visits to watch TV.
You must understand that I'm over 70 and this is the first real girl friend I had had in my entire life. I'd always just had rentals. She would never have been on my radar from the body shape department. I have always been attracted to the Audrey Hepburn silhouette. Even Marilyn Monroe packed a few extra pounds yet here I am trying my best to keep a relationship on track. I do have difficulty reading the signs. So I did tell her that sometimes she had to explicit in determining where we were going. She likes me. She likes me. I like her. She likes me.
Watching TV became watching TV with cuddling and then watching TV with cuddling and kissing and one night she had the fly unzipped. A suitable reaction from me said well now no matter the look this person really likes me and I really like her. She goes off on a long trip for a month. When she returns, I come down with a bad cold. We resume walking the and eventually resume cuddling on the couch and finally made it into her bed. Oh joy the feeling of skin on skin. Oh joy the kissing and caressing. Oh joy the super sensitive nipples. I loved it when she moved my hand from her nipple to crotch. Oh joy that somehow I did the right things. Oh joy she did the right things to me. She liked me. I liked her. Maybe even love. We were like teenagers in bed (well maybe twenty somethings). Her face became angelic. I loved to just watch her. We snuggled and spooned. Life was good.
I took joy in announcing that I had a girl friend. We did things together. She was the smart one. We didn't have to leave our enclave to have a good time. We were just comfortable together. Our world was wonderful. We were having the best time of our lives. On day walking the halls, we passed a just emptied two bedroom apartment. And so it came to pass that we simultaneously determined that we should move in together. On to the waiting list be went and soon discovered that the lady across from me was moving closer to her . My lady spent the next month moving her stuff from one end of the building and up two floors into my apartment. The movers were hired to manhandle the big furniture. I just had to practically throw my stuff across the hall.
Finally I cleaned out my place and handed in the keys and were ready to begin a new chapter in out lives. At 2:30 in the morning of our first official day together in our new apartment, she thumped me twice, said I can't feel my hand and promptly went back to sleep. I held her hand, snuggled up and gave her a big hug. In the morning, she was breathing like she had sleep apnea and I was going to suggest a visit to the sleep center. I got up at seven and did my thing. At nine, her alarm went off and she did not wake up. I could not wake her. Panic. What do you do. 911. Call her with cryptic message. Afternoon at the hospital, pull the plug or not? I didn't want to be there in the room but just had to be while she finally let go. There is no joy today.
handled arrangements. took the stuff that was important to her. Rest of her life in 7 garbage bags to Goodwill. I got the and the couch and an empty space in my heart. I really loved the feeling of being a couple. I really loved the feeling of being a team.
Life goes on. I need to find a replacement. Ideally the whole package. I miss the cuddles, and kisses and sex. I miss the smarts when working on a project. She could edit this missive and make it perfect. So anyone in the neighborhood no matter what age, no matter what shape, who can fill even a part of this empty place, please write, call, knock on my door.
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Old guys need attention
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Posted:Sep 14, 2012 10:10 am
Last Updated:Nov 2, 2012 8:19 am
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Another day wishing and not doing much about it. I think I know what I want but the opportunities are slim. The social life is okay but the sex life is nil. I'd rather be with ladies close in age but the ones that appear to still want sex are 20 years younger. I know that there are old ladies that still want intimacy. I just don't know how to reach them.
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