An Intimate Moment

I haven't had a beau in over 7 years and I haven't been "intimate" in 4 years.

But you know what I miss most? Kissing.

You know what I long for? Hugs and cuddles.

I miss being in love. I miss watching movies on the couch all curled up together. I miss sleeping in the arms of someone who loves me. I miss holding hands. I miss strong gentle hands through my hair. I miss touches on my cheek or shoulder.

I want to have conversations about what to do for dinner. I want to discuss wheat bread over white bread or which detergant did we not like. I want to have pillow talk on rainy Sundays wrapped in each others arms. I want to plan weekend getaways and how we are are going to spend our retirement. I want to listen to him and I want him to want to listen to me. I want to be in love.

Lasting Love.


Am I a hopeless romantic?

A silly girl who daydreams too often?

Is that really too much to ask for?

Kissing

Tis the Season for Mistletoe!

And all this mistletoe puts me in the mood to smooch.

I miss kissing. I was so good at it!

Watch out boys, I am feelin' fresh! (giggles)

Happy Hunting! ....oh, I mean Holidays! Yes...

"Happy Holidays!!!"

Smitten

I was minding my own business, talking to someone when he came around the corner. Before I knew it, I was blushing and giggling and shrugging my shoulders while laughing into my hair -- "What has gotten into me?!" I wondered! "Oh my gosh, I hope no one caught that... How embarrassing!" I felt like a 5th grader at recess. How silly and funny I must have looked.

At first it's just a simple acknowledgement of attraction that catches your eye. Then there is a look, a laugh, a witty retort, a clever saying, something more that captures your attention. Then before you know it, you are smitten.

"Hello, my name is Jodi and I am smitten."

I just don't get it...!!

So it would appear that there was all this HYPE about getting my number to an old high school crush. Apparently he had asked to get in touch with me. It has been over a month since this chap asked for my number and I still have not heard from him. Punk!!!

I mean, I understand that guys have a different time table than girls (or whatever) but why would someone ask for a number, and then NOT Call???? That makes no sense. I just don't get it.

[The story: About a month ago, Brooke calls and says she doesn't know the whole story but so-n-so called so-n-so called her to say that {D} wants to get in touch with me. I ask why but said "Fine." She was supposed to get more details. She wasn't able to apparently. Needless to say, she never saw {D} but gave it to so-n-so (a week later), who gave it to {D} a week after that. So {D} has had at the very least 2 weeks to call.

BUT I am NOT waiting all day by the phone! OH NO! I am way to busy for that!!!

I am a girl on the go! I've got places to go and things to do.

I am on the move!!! There is no keeping me down.

( que music )
"Ain't nothin' gonna to break my stride

Nobody's gonna slow me down, oh-no

I got to keep on movin'

Ain't nothin' gonna break my stride

I'm running and I won't touch ground Oh-no,

I got to keep on movin'"

Picture Perfect

Some of readers have asked about the picture of the surfer girl:

This is not me. I have never been on a surfboard but truth be told, after writing "A Day at the Beach" I was curious about trying.

In the article, I was merely using the analogy of surfing and using the picture as a visual.

When I do actually go surfing, I will post the real pic's and let you all have a good laugh with me.

Thanks for reading. Enjoy!

A Day at the Beach

It is a nice sunny day and we have averted a Tropical Depression. I paddle out to test the waters. It has been a while since I have actually "stood up to surf" (once again, bear with the analogy). I am a little nervous. How soon do I stand? Do I start slow and play over cautious? Do I jump up and take the first wave that rolls my way. I am trying to remain calm and play it by ear but I still feel apprehensive. It's been such a long time since I have actually experienced any waves.

So I crouch low and clutch the board tightly like a beginner. I breathe deep and try to relax. I made it through and didn't fall (even if I did look a little awkward). That's a start. I guess it will become more comfortable eventually.

Riptide got me...

[Pardon the analogy]

So there I am, sitting blissfully on my surf board and chatting up with the new surfer, both seemingly admiring the view when *BAM!* I'm sucked into a riptide. "Just when you thought it was safe to go in the water" you get blindsided.

Talk about feeling like a loser! Your flirting and laughing and having a great time, all the while you can't help but think to yourself, "He thinks I am clever and funny and cute". That's when it happens, you fall off your board and all that's left is some hands and feet flailing about (yeah, real graceful!).


Well, I am a strong woman and I know how to recover. I am a pro at dusting off my scraped knees. My final message to surf board boy:

"Isn’t it funny how two people can have the same experience and get completely different things from it? I had a great time talking to you and I am really going to miss your emails. I had other “get to know you” questions but I didn’t want you to feel too bombarded so I held back for a little while (looks like too long, hahaha). I am sorry I couldn’t email you last night but I was having internet problems. I can’t help but feel like I said something wrong (perhaps I should have sent naked photos… Do you think it would have helped?). I of course wish you the absolute best of luck. I hope you keep reading my blog and comment now and then. It will be a true delight to hear from you again. Please take care"
.......

Hey look at that, the surfs up again. I guess it is time to go back out and get my feet wet!


Gods Blessings to you all.

Dating Evolved Part II

So a little (and I do mean little) research was done and here goes:

"Courtship in America"

Dating in the 20th Century

Dating, a new form of mixed-sex socializing, arose in the nation's growing cities during the second decade of the twentieth century. It replaced earlier kinds of socializing that had been found in small towns and rural areas, both casual forms of mixing - such as church outings, picnics, sleigh rides, hay rides, and community dances - and also the formal process of calling, in which a young man paid a visit to a young woman's house and was entertained in her parlor.

Both casual mixing and calling were overseen by adults - parents, kin, church members, and others in the community - and took place in mixed age settings.

The word dating entered the American language during the 1910s. It was connected to the emergence of new kinds of commercial amusements, such as amusement parks, ice cream parlors, and especially the movies, and to the rise of the automobile. As early as the 1890s, young people in the rapidly growing cities had begun to spend more of their leisure time in commercial settings, such as amusement parks, dance halls and nickelodeons.

......

Dating, unlike calling, was not about finding a mate. It was about having fun with a member of the opposite sex. At a time when gender relations were particularly distant, dating provided a way to bridge the gap. Also unlike calling, which was monitored by adults, the dating system was overseen by peers and set rules for dating. Through gossip and teasing, it helped determine who one could go out with and how much sexual intimacy was allowed.

Dating was highly gendered. A boy was expected to ask a girl out, pay for a date, and provide the transportation. In return, he expected physical intimacy: a good-night kiss or petting. A young woman was responsible for resisting any inappropriate sexual advances.

During the '20s and '30s, a young woman's popularity was measured by how frequently she was asked out on dates. ....Sociologist later discovered that those young woman who dated the most were the least likely to pursue an advanced education and were especially likely to marry young.

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for more info go to: http://www.digitalhistory.uh.edu/

The question I pondered was "what happened to courting". I guess since courting had a lot to do with "responsible" adults in the community and mature parents chaperoning events and gathering, and there has been a breakdown of that in the community and the community itself, courting has possibly become extinct to most.

So now dating has become, like most things, on-line. There are plenty different websites to choose from. There are chat rooms galore. I wonder if I am too old fashioned for this new dating method.

But a gals gotta get here feet wet sometime and the fishin' hole I am in seems to be all out of good bass and full of little perch.

I am learning how to "surf" the web and choose only the "righteous waves". Let's hope I can find a good one without being sucked in by rip tides or fall prey to lurking sharks.

(man I am pretty good with these analogies, wouldn't ya say)

Well, for those out there ridin' the waves, have faith that a good wave will come in eventually. You just kinda have to ride out a few little ones till your right one comes along. (I don't much about surfing so this may not be a good analogy). In the meantime, enjoy the view and wave hello to me out there waiting with ya!

Dating evolved?

Some recent frustrations I have experienced with Internet on-line dating:
1. People who do not post pictures....!!!!
A. Pictures of groups or more than one girl/guy (Which one are you supposed to be?)
B. Pictures that are more than 2 years old
C. Pictures without a visible face
D. Not even people (i.e. pet, cross, cartoon, graphic... the list goes on)

2. Improper Grammar!!!
A. Misspelled words
B. No Capitalization
C. No punctuation
D. Obvious disregard for proofing all together (words they have grouped and make absolutely no sense)

3. Sites that talk about their 21 points of interest and matching you with people of similar interest ...
But then you put in your Must Haves/Can't Stands; these are the matches they give (distance, children, etc)


So what happened to Courting? How did people meet before? How has dating evolved???
Sounds like a good topic for my next blog. I think this calls for a little research. I could take a poll and this would be a good way to meet some folks... ya know, (cockney accent:)"two birds and a stone and all that"
So my journey for answers begins....

What do you think? I value my readers insight....send me your thoughts.

A.P.B.

Ok folks , it's time to get serious ! No more tomfoolery, No more idle chat; Were on a mission and the mission is a man hunt!
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All points bulletin: A Godly Man
Height: 5'8" - 6'0"
Age: 31 - 36
Status: Single - never married
Children: No
Smoker: No
Attributes: Handsome & Charming ( Song of Songs 1: 16 )
Good Kisser ( Song of Songs 1 : 2 )
Loves me as Christ loves the church ( Eph 5 : 25 - 28 )
Strong & Supportive ( Song of Songs 2: 5 - 6 )
Respects me ( Song of Songs 2: 2 )
Noble, Kind, Gracious, Wise
Outgoing, Witty, Smart, Funny
Adventuresome & likes the outdoors
Righteous and Virtuous
Work Ethics > Respected, Diligent, Efficient
LEADER
Seeks Gods Will
My Protector & My Companion
( Song of Songs 7: 10 " I belong to my lover, and he desires for me. " )
~~~
( Mission Impossible music starts.... )

This mission should you choose to except it will require your full support
and devotion. It may require countless hours of prayer, observation and profiling.
(All prospective candidates must have a recent photo to be considered for courtship)

*** this message will not self destruct ***

...a second out of my day

So I am training for my new job. I am at the computer reading pages and pages of text learning all the important details of this new and exciting career. (Meanwhile trying to stay awake)
But what am I more interested in??? Is it the window to my right that looks out on a beautiful sunny summer day? ..............................
....NO! It is the window to my left that overlooks the lobby with all the customers coming in.
But why you may ask. True that I am a "People Watcher" but not right now. I am scoping the crowd for a handsome stranger. A gentleman caller. A date....
...or if nothing else to make some new friends in this new place.
Alex, Alex, where ever you may be, take this loneliness far away from me.

Hope you are all having a good day.

a Lesson learned

Danny and I dated for about 7 months. Now some may scoff that that is a very short time and perhaps so; but when the heart gets broken, what does time mean?
I was in love and thought he loved me. Now, years later, I wonder what did my time in his life mean? Did I mean anything to him? Was I for nothing? these are the questions I ask and the things I fear.
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Skip ahead to Sam. We dated for about 4 months. We had a great time. An almost perfect relationship. I joined the military and moved away. Our paths seperated and shorly after so did we. To me, it was the end of a chapter and my focas was on the road ahead. Five years go by and periodicly he shows up at my family's home to inquire on how we all are. "Why?" I thought there was closure -- at least there was for me.
I had to get an answer. Another year goes by and I finally get to ask him "why?".
"Friends" he says. That our friendship meant something to him. Now I (being a mature and rational adult) explain we only dated for 4 months (not long) and how could that be so important to him...??!?!?!
He was hurt and I couldn't figure out why. I kept thinking "4 months....4 months....what's the big deal?!?"
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Today it has all come together. Today I have learned this lesson. He wanted to know that his time in my life meant something. He wanted to mean something to me. He wanted to know that he was not for nothing. All those questions I had...all the answers I wanted. The tables had turned and what had I done to assure that person that he did make a difference in my life. That he was important.
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Yes, he was important and his time was not for nothing.

a prayer for a husband

I have been praying for a husband for a long long time. I then decided that I should pray to make me a good wife. I read Proverbs 31:10-31 about the wife of noble character. I held virtue as an esteemed attribute. Gill referred me to Song of Solomon and I have made that one of my studies for a good marriage. I prayed that God would prepare me to be a good wife to my godly man. I asked that God prepare him for me.


Some time ago, as I was praying, I had an image of a wood. It was twilight and the wood was old, foggy and damp but I was not afraid. I was wondering the wood in search for my husband and he for me. ( I had been praying for so long but felt guilty giving a time line to God.) He was there and very close. I could hear his footsteps and his breath. I prayed that our paths would soon cross and we would meet at last. I prayed that each step would bring his image into view. I really felt as though he were next to me. We were so close, we could almost reach out and touch .
I am still wondering in the woods. I am still waiting to cross paths with my godly husband.


I am just grateful to God for the image. The old expression "right around the corner" was beginning to feel like a scene from the "Shining". I am glad for the new image and the hope it brings. Amen.