I like Costa Mesa, for the most part. It's a little older relative to the rest of the area, and has a little character (kind of like Royal Oak, MI, where I moved from). The best part, I am less than four miles from the office. So many here spend a good part of their lives on the commute.
My last relationship came courtesy of the internet (Match.com); and we lasted some two years. Since I don't hang out in bars, well, the internet is certainly worthy of a try (again).
My expectations are pretty much in check - if I meet someone, great. If not, I'm enjoying the folks here, and the world seems a little smaller.
I know it is the Fourth - someone set off a bomb in the courtyard around midnight last night, ugh. (NSA monitors please note: Bomb being slang for what was probably an M-80).
My own personal answer to this (and again, emphasis on personal) is a resounding, adamant NO. It was wrong, plain and simple.
What bothers me is that those of us who are not in support of the war are categorized as not in support of the troops. Nothing could be further from the truth. In fact, that our own young men and women die there almost daily is the source of this opposition.
The only good thing about this administration is that, in two years, it can't repeat itself.
This is a tough one for me. In my last relationship, to a woman I loved dearly, one of the sticking points (one of several) was my work. She hated it. I liked it. It did require occasional travel. I'd say, okay, I'll quit. I could find something else to do. But no, she did not want that, since I had been there some twenty years which makes for a fair amount of stability. It drove me nuts. A no-win situation.
I still think about this. Of course, I am here, so I guess career won. But in the end, I lose.
Costa Mesa borders Newport Beach, the World's Pretention Capital (I think San Diego is about 50 miles from here). I've been here four years, and STILL a tad geographically challenged...
Reading. Keeping an old diesel Mercedes running. Motorcycles. Keeping an old diesel Mercedes running. Picking up hairballs (the cat's, not mine). Keeping an old diesel Mercedes running. History (Channel & Books). Keeping an old diesel Mercedes running. Lately, CS. Keeping an old diesel Mercedes running.
I used to drink, way back. Now, it's mechanical therapy in the garage. Maybe a good long motorcycle ride along the coast. Hell, per another thread, I just ordered a pizza.
I try to lead a reasonably honorable life, but one's conduct and deeds speak to honor more than anything else. Quick, someone find me a dragon to slay...
<~~~~~Loves job. Of course, perhaps there is something wrong with me. I am a Product Specialist, sort of a resident car expert, for an ad agency. I've been there over 20 years, and they also moved me to So. Cal. (mixed blessing). Wealthy I'm not, but make enough for toys (re: project cars and bikes).
As far as inter-office relationships go, I am a little mixed on that, having been in one. Anything worthwhile in life involves some risk, and if it does not work out, well, you have the burden of seeing that person every day. It's been some time now, and we're quite cordial.
RE: simple wisdom
To live life in the fear of losing it is to lose the point of life itself.