Sometimes I Get Lonely

Most of the time I relish my aloneness - I've grown accustomed to, and quite like, being able to do whatever I want - when I want.

Today I got to thinking what my life would be like if there was a "special someone" included...like a boyfriend. (Is it still called "boyfriend" when you are almost 62?)

How long would it take to get used to having someone around? Or, would it even require "getting used to"? I'm stunned to realize I haven't had a man in my life for over 15 years. Now that makes me kind of tear up. It was 1994 - Matt Agnew...that's about as close as it got...this is almost 2010...that's about 16 years ago. Wait a minute - has it been 16 years since I've had sex? Hmmm...lessee...maybe...can't even remember - that's how long its been for sex. Oh Nanny, that's pretty damn sad.

I kind of remember what its like to feel that pang. I started to feel that just re-connecting with an old high school crush via the internet (classmates.com) He's married and he only wanted to connect on a friend kind of basis but he did, in all honesty, send me some fairly suggestive emails. Got my "juices flowing". Eww, I don't like that remark but it is so accurate.

How I would love to meet someone special...it would be so nice to share a bottle of wine (or even a glass of wine) while at the locks listening to the Saturday or Sunday afternoon concert. Or someone to just go have a drink with...or brunch...or a movie...or a walk...or, anything.

Nancer - get out there and find "him" - I just know he's out there...somewhere...Tony, Tony look around - something's lost and can't be found...a special someone for Nanner.

Thanks, Tony xoNanner.