Whotcha


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a geek, or unusual, or wearing last decade's fads, which, in the right context, for the dame who is also eccentric or out of date, could be just right.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.

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7 comments:

Blogger gz said...

my daughter thinks that Moby looks like The Boss Cat! (not the cartoon)

09:09  
Blogger Zhoen said...

gz,
I don't know the cartoon, or any other reference, other than that Moby is the cat, and the boss. Which is pretty accurate.

18:55  
Blogger Phil Plasma said...

Or maybe young couples should have their lives followed on TV on millions of TV stations that all of the rest of us can watch.

Or maybe not.

19:54  
Blogger Zhoen said...

Phil,
Well, that hasn't worked so far. Kinda takes the superficiality of dating to the extreme. Maybe if they went on Dirty Jobs together.

21:43  
Blogger Fire Bird said...

fixing plumbing together is perfect

03:32  
Blogger The Crow said...

Moby, handsome as ever, looks majestic against the red blanket. What beautiful eyes he has, too.

I love cats.

20:11  
Blogger Dale said...

working together, yes. I've probably mentioned before that my relationship with Martha got Serious when we were able to have a grand good time winching a pickup truck out of a tight place. You can have a good time having sex with all kinds of people: someone you can have a good time unsticking a pickup truck with is someone special.

21:12  

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