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I’ve been trying to find a word that sums up the older single for my books and today I found a newish one on the internet, SWOFTY – single woman over fifty. Can’t find the male equivalent, maybe because a SMOFTY sounds like moffie, which in SA means a gay man.

Surely CS, many of us over that invisible dividing line, can coin something good? I'm not crazy about the phrase "mature singles", it sounds far too grown-up, and we could run into truth-in-advertising laws there anyway, I looked up mature –

Fully developed powers of mind and body / Complete in natural development / Ripe / Perfect (as in a plan maturing) / Grown up / Fully fledged, developed, experienced, knowledgeable, sophisticated.

Okay, so we aren’t fully matured yet Back to the drawing board ...










And yes, yes, any hilarious little trolls, "has-beens", very amusing. Trit trot along, this is for us feisty fifties and spicy sixties and our friends, ‘kay?

if you wanna be a perfect couple please mind the hints below from the experienced person... (yes its me)

if you have yours, please do not hesitate to share...

PS: These hints for M/F couples


- Male has to be older than Female atleast 10 years..

- Male has to be rich enough and Female has to be just a house-wife..

- Male has to be more educated than Female..

- Male has to be a real gentleman as Female is a real lady..

- Female has to be good in kitchen (yeah i meant cooking )..

Never done one of these before, but here it is. I joined this site over 2 years ago, it might be pushing 3 now, with the sole intention of finding a relationship. Instead, I discovered the addictive nature of these blogs and made many true friends.

The blogs have been awesome. I learned so much about the world we live in and the different cultures that make everything what it is. During the years here, I have posted and participated in many blogs. In doing so, I got to expand on many questions I had about life and in addition, honed my social skills. Not to mention, I discovered a little more about myself.

Most importantly, I found that we can be across the globe, talking over a computer...or a phone in some cases, and we are....for the most part....all supportive of each other. That is refreshing to me, to see true caring for almost complete strangers.

As far as the relationship building for me on this site, I think it might be tough to do, but not impossible. I am not giving up on it...but, I am not solely relying on it either. During my beginning time here, I think somebody mentioned that I was lacking in self-esteem. After looking at myself, I think they were right. The blogs have given me additional confidence with myself, confidence I was lacking in...the confidence I needed to engage in real life situations.

Thank you all.

To everyone here......

Big black beetles in Spain, long-legged, seem harmless, fascinate the cat. He tips them over and watches with interest as they struggle to get back on their feet. Then tips them over again. Cats.

This morning I rescued one on the terrace which was waving its legs a bit feebly - flipped it over with the edge of the fly swatter, then sat watching it while I had coffee and a cig (because my life is filled with extreme living-on-the-edge excitement) and you know what? Not the cat at all. When I went out with my second coffee it had tried to climb the doorsill, fallen on its back again, and this time the legs aren’t even waving.

I can identify, a bit. I’ve played a lot of polocrosse, which is a high-speed impact sport (there’s a video on my profile, if you don’t know what polocrosse is - great soundtrack) and often woke the next morning aching in every joint. With so many horses around, feet often got stepped on and that hurts, those beasties are heavy.

So my left foot feeling well crushed, and generally aching from head to foot, is very familiar, but there are no horses around, and although I’ve had an old polocrosse buddy visiting for a week and we walked a lot more than I normally would dream of doing, there’s no reason to feel so knackered and, and, whisper it, old.

Except - we were buying tickets for the hop-on hop-off bus in Granada and the bright-eyed teenage ticket seller asked if we were over 65. That’s half price. Without missing a beat we both nodded.

Payback.

Then

No-one gets disappointed any more - they are devastated
No-one has unpleasant experiences any more - they are traumatized
Everything that happens is the worst - or the greatest - thing that ever happened EVER
Not a story comes out that doesn't need a little extra spin to take it over the top. Them's the rules.
And people can no longer disagree on anything without it turning into WW3 and tears before bedtime.

I'm having a not great day, my school link has crashed and keeps crashing, it's on the college end but still a bit of a bugger because I really want that teaching income right now. Lots of expenses popping up out of the woodwork all at the same time, you know how it goes, they always come in threes.

I'm not devastated, or traumatized, but you know what? I think I should be. There's obviously something wrong with me



I shan't feel right until I feel truly shattered.

I have a friend. He has been unemployed now for the last 3 or so years...due to going to college. He finally found a job opportunity where he works 30 straight days and will make a ridiculous amount of money, but it is over 1000 miles away.

He has been in a relationship and living with this woman for the last 7 years. Hanging out with them last night, all I heard from the woman is how he will be away from me for so long. As the alcohol started kicking in, the innocent complaints started to turn into vicious threats to the friend. She went on and on about how she was going to leave him and how pissed off she is going to be with him.

I could see the stress on my friend's face...when we finally had a moment alone, he began talking to me about how much it was bothering him, but he had to take the job...they needed the money. I told him, he could live a year off of that money...for only a month's worth of work.

I am not one to get in the middle of people's relationships. Each couple has their own unique set of boundaries that only they know best. But, I did end by saying, I am glad that I am single.

Now....I am sure the first comment is going to be something on the lines of he should just leave her. I have seen in many times last night, he tried to talk to her and she would have no part in listening to him. As far as just up and leaving her, it is a lot easier said than done when you have 7 years together where most of it has been loving.

The only thing that comes to my mind is, be careful before becoming involved in a toxic relationship. ....but sometimes things might become toxic after the loving commitment might be made. Tough situation if you ask me.

Folks, in this day and age, do any of you look over an interesting profile, only to see that the person smokes, and say to yourselves, no, think I'll pass. You've heard it all,--- how expensive the addiction has become, the health effects, how smoking is associated with lower social and educational class, how bad second hand smoke is for others (especially kids), etc. For me, I seem to be getting allergic to the smoke, and dislike the odor remaining all over the smoker, and how kissing one tastes. Just interested in everyone's thoughts here, and want to say that if smokers really want to quit, there's never been a better time, with so much help available.

I’ve been looking for a wall mirror for my bathroom ever since I moved into this flat two years ago but haven’t been able to find a reasonably priced one. I was in Ikea earlier this week and, lo and behold, spotted exactly what I’ve been looking for. When I took one out of the wire cage where they were stacked, I was struck by how heavy it was, and it was thicker than I was expecting. It turned out that the pack actually contained four mirrors. This is where I come to the point of my blog, which is not really about mirrors at all, but about human nature, or at least my nature.

When I saw the price of what I took to be one mirror, I was happy with it. When I realised the price was for four mirrors, I suddenly begrudged having to pay for the three I didn’t need. Even though I can see the absurdity of my attitude, there seems to be nothing I can do to change it. I did actually buy the mirrors, but, even though it could be seen as getting four for the price of one, I’m not happy about it.

I look forward to all comments, provided there are no suggestions on what to do with the surplus mirrors, unless anyone wants to make me an offer for them, of course.