Born to Wanda travel blog

Cactus Outside Visitor's Center

Clouds Moving In

Clouds with Cactus

Clouds with Palm Tree

Dune Evening Primrose

Dune Evening Primrose Close Up

Fairy Duster

Pincushion Seedhead

Hedgehog in Bloom

Indigo Bush

Jimson Weed (Datura)

Mexican Evening Primrose

Ocotillo

Penstemon

Sand Verbena

Teddybear Cholla

Unknown Shrub in Bloom


March 25, 2017 Don't Busy Me, I'm Bothered

It's been nice to re-connect with so many nice people that I met here last year and to meet some new ones, like Jo and Art. Most everyone here is very friendly and I am too. Now that I am living in the close quarters of an RV Park, I often hear things like, “What are you doing for dinner?” “Do you want to come over for a glass of wine?” “Let's go sit in the shade and read.” “You're hiking alone? I'd like to go!”

I really didn't worry too much about these frequent requests (which coincidentally were uttered by just one person) until I was ready to go home after dinner at Aubrey's place (he cooked) and heard, “How about a hug?” Oh crap, I was just in it for the ravioli. Once home I thought, is this how old people date? I didn't even know how to date when I WAS dating. A drive to Chagrin Falls to pick up electronic parts followed by a burger and onion rings at Kenny King's Drive-In or attending his friend's father's funeral. That is how Big Joy and I dated. It was heaven.

Now, don't get me wrong, Aubrey is a very nice man who is still very much in love with his wife who died nine years ago. Just ask him, but he'll tell you even if you don't ask. He is 14 years older than I am, which makes him 83, which makes him not a Boomer. He is likable and friendly but did I mention he's a man? Which is a good trait in George Clooney but I doubt George would knock on my van door 45 seconds after Susan dropped me off and say, “I was waiting for you to get home”. If only!

I do not want a relationship. I enjoy my own company and don't want this level of interaction. I find someone waiting for me to get home annoying. I don't want to be watched. (“I saw you walked to town this morning.”) It is entirely possible that I am misreading the situation and he is just being friendly to the only single old broad in the park. But I just feel the need to nip it, nip it in the bud!

No matter what, I can hear my friend Peg saying that I need to be clear with him. I admire that she can do that and do it so well! I am trying my best. My first attempt at clarity involved hiding behind an oleander bush until I saw him go inside his trailer, then scurrying home to Wanda. My second attempt was delaying my departure to the tennis center to watch the men's tennis league play. I told him I was catching up on my computer stuff and would walk over myself. I managed to avoid seeing him there until he found me talking to Jacque. He eventually said, “Are you ready to go?” Since we were the last three spectators I couldn't say no, so he walked me home. My third attempt was yesterday when I told him in no uncertain terms I never wanted to see him again, which sounded something like “Thanks for the dinner offer, Aubrey, but I had a huge lunch and am not eating tonight.”

There, that should clear things up!



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