Early U2 ("I Threw a Brick Through a Window" among other songs) cuz after tonight's date, I really, really need some hard core drums and guitar to pump up my life. Or at least make me feel that way for the moment.
To me, a "good" man will live according to ethical standards that agree with my own -- living with compassion for all sentient creatures and working to make the world a better place -- and be able to keep up with me in the bedroom.
I can't believe I just said that, but it is what it is.
At night, I try to drink my way through another night by myself. During the day, I try to stay as busy as possible and surround myself with good friends. When I can make it through a whole day without thinking about him at all, then I'm good. Thankfully, I haven't had to go through this for several years.
That is dead on! When my last long-term relationship (7+ years) ended so badly, I had to pick myself up from rock bottom in two stages.
First, I had to realize that I had a RIGHT to be happy with myself and with my life again; if I let the ex diminish my happiness in any way, then I was still allowing him to affect me negatively.
Second, I had to choose to trust other men; if I let the fears and trust issues caused by the ex get in the way of having any other relationships, then I was still allowing him to affect my life negatively.
Either way, I was not about to let the ex have any more say-so over MY life. That's when I realized that the ultimate victory was to be perfectly content in my life, with or without a man. Granted, I would still like to meet a quality man for a long-term relationship; I would still like to unleash all the love I have left to give, but until the situation is right, I will continue being as happy and as active as I normally am. so yeah, my life is very, very good. Point for me, zero for the ex.
When it comes to meeting men online, I would say the same thing, actually. I think one of the key differences in online dating is volume. Thanks to the Internetz, we all have the chance to talk to, date and possibly have a relationship with people whom we would never have met in any other way. But with these massive numbers of potential dates comes a disadvantage: overstock. There are just so many.
You're right: if you're remotely attractive, you're going to get a number of responses ... and more responses ... and more responses. It's this unending supply of responses that I think keeps men and women from wanting to commit to just one person. It is just too easy for a person to think that someone better might come along in the next batch of responses or matches or whatever.
Once I realized this, I decided to just run with it and see what happens. I have met a lot of really nice, interesting men, and some not-so-nice men. I've been on more than a few dates and made a few friends, but the majority of the men I've talked to have disappeared at some point. No biggie. I don't really expect anything more than that. If something more does come along, then I'll be very happy (and consider myself very lucky). But if not, I'll just continue being as happy as I normally am in my everyday life ... which is pretty darn happy.
Your poem took my breath away. After my last long-term relationship ended so badly, this was/is me. It helps to know that other people do understand the aftermath of a rock-bottom relationship. Thank you.
I was in a wrestling match with a car once. For awhile, it looked like I would totally lose ... very traumatic injuries and complications ... the doctors had no explanation for why I lived at all, much less healed so completely and so quickly. They called me a walking miracle. I figured out a long time ago who was responsible for that piece of work.
I'm sure the men and women here really appreciate being referred to as sausages and tacos. Those are the only body parts that matter, right? Seriously, my entire existence counts for nothing without my taco.
It depends on the context ... if the potluck is being thrown by an individual for a group of family/friends or by an organization or club or church. Usually, the host will provide some basic dish, such as the meat dish and/or the alcohol (or both ... neither of which is cheap), and everybody else brings side dishes. Sometimes the potluck is themed.
Potlucks are wonderful ways for everyone to contribute and sample new dishes. Recipes are often shared around. It's a mostly casual kind of thing that goes well with American BBQs on football Sundays, holiday/birthday celebrations, or whatever.
This potluck is being hosted by a cultural heritage group, which is really interesting to me. Everyone is supposed to bring a side dish, and the meat is taken care of (not that I'll be having any). I'm baking up some homemade dinner bread with fresh basil and olive oil. My bread usually goes over well.
I would go back and erase one very stupid decision I made. I chose to follow my very confused heart, which kept telling me that I still loved the ex-boyfriend, instead of my head, which told me that I had found another man who was worth his weight in gold (and he was a big guy). This other man was a very good friend, and then things just blossomed. He was the kind of guy you could trust with your life. We understood each other instinctively. We even finished each other's sentences. I gave him up (and hurt him badly) because my young heart couldn't let go of the ex. I will always regret that decision.
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We'll see how that goes. 
RE: Instrumentals...
Segovia. George Winston.