So. Whotcha up to?
My happy thought for this week is that when I was called off for Tuesday, my first thought was to see if D could get the day off as well, and work Friday instead. His instantaneous reaction when I made the suggestion, was an eager, "yes!" After nineteen years, this seems a very good sign. We were watching Storm Stories, about a group stuck in a flooded cave. One couple, after the rescue, decided not to wait any longer to get married, time's a'wastin', as D's old sergeant used to say. The other couple were on a first date, and wound up happily together. Nothing like a test of who one really is under dire conditions to forge a bond based on reality. As D and I spent our first six months together far from home, dirty, hungry, sleep deprived, and still liking each other. Still do.
Spent some idle time watching comedians and B-list celebs being snarky about what guys do that makes them "undateable." Some of it was pretty basic, hygiene, attentiveness, but a lot only applied to formal dating. Not being a geek, or unusual, or wearing last decade's fads, which, in the right context, for the dame who is also eccentric or out of date, could be just right. The real, core whines (and it was, humorously, whiny) could just as easily apply to women, turned slightly. Like men who wear too much jewelry. I suspect women who overadorn would be just as unattractive to a significant number of men.
Ultimately, it just confirmed my theory that dating is a terrible way to get to know anyone as a potential life partner - doesn't say a thing, too easily manipulated. Too often failure to express social graces keeps us from seeing a kind heart and a ready resilience. A sharp dressed man may well be a manipulator.
Not that I'm suggesting going to war, or getting trapped in a cave as a way to set up young couples... well, no, that really wouldn't work. Maybe just putting them through a trial, fixing the plumbing together, for instance.
More birds today. Moby really enjoying watching them, chittering at them, stalking.