When is the alarm clock going to go off to wake me! Times sure have changed.
Yes Lord, I do think Casanova is dead and buried somewhere with Jimmy Hoffa, never to be found or reincarnated.
One part of me wants dating to be like it was a long time ago. I don’t mean sitting on the porch and holding hands and shyly grinning at each other, but winning the respect of the other person and getting to know that someone and establishing a relationship with them. A relationship built on something solid and fundamental (like family values) and less superficial and superfluous. To me, relationships should be like how the pyramids were built….from the ground up, with the ground being wider, stronger; with more work put into it to reach the top. These days, people tend to start from the top, but they tend not to stick around after the physicality of love is spent and the hard part (mental nourishment) begins to unfold. All things without foundations surely crumble.
The old fashioned, traditional part of me wants to be submissive but only if he knows in which direction he’s headed. Being old fashioned and being independent is so difficult for someone who is indeed trapped in-between two time zones. The independent part of me is necessary for survival, and the old fashioned part of me is just the way I am and sometimes the two just don’t mix. What am I to do, here in the twilight zone?
I don’t complain. I just try to make sure that I’m doing the right thing. I think not of what one would do today; but I think of what was right yesterday, today, and tomorrow. No muss, no bother, just plain and simple values.
There is so much to be learned from the older women and the older men of yesteryear. I think we miss a blessing when we let so much of the world about us incorporate us into the miss matches that are awaiting us. Following ones first mind is not a bad idea when you really think about it, if your mind flashes a caution light. Just think about it and get off on how wonderful it can be to hold back just a little bit. Hold back at least until you know yourself well enough to determine what time it is.
Trapped and being squeezed to conform, but holding fast to what I know is right.
PS
Twenty two years have passed since I wrote this piece. The theme is even more relevant today.
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