Romantical Escapades

When I started this Ramblings page, I made a promise to myself (and to you) that I would be completely transparent and honest about any and everything, as long as it wouldn’t jeopardize someone’s identity, freedom, lifestyle, etc. This story leads me to *almost* regret that (and I don’t really believe in regrets). I suppose […]

Several years ago I met someone through a mutual friend. My friend told me I’d never meet “husband material” through him…and he’s right. When I met this guy, we’ll call him SLJ (Severe Lapse of Judgment), I was in an interesting head space. I wasn’t seeing or talking to anyone. I had actually taken a […]

I’ve openly shared some of my relationship woes, and even more of my almost or would-be relationship woes. The dating pool is definitely a lot different in my forties than it was in my late teens, or even early thirties. Or, maybe it really isn’t different at all, I just see past some of the […]

Sometimes it’s kind of interesting how different things look as an adult nearing “middle age” than they did when I was a teenager. I measured my worth according to how I thought the men in my life looked at me, from my father to all the others. As a teen, I had two completely opposing […]

Sometimes what we really think we want is right in front of us, but we aren’t ready to receive it. So, we send it packing. I’ve been dealing with someone for a long time on and off, though we’ve never explored a committed relationship. Nor will we. We aren’t compatible in that way, and we’re […]

I spoke to Detroit on and off over the years (in between his girlfriends from what I could tell). He started messaging me more frequently towards the end of 2020 sharing how he really wanted to move to Vegas and get out of Michigan. Of course there was more flirting and suggestive conversations between us. […]

Not quite a year later, “Detroit” returned. His two friends that were with him last time (a couple) came back with him again. We had kept in touch, so I knew we would hang out this time around. I actually let him ride one of my motorcycles on that trip…which is something I don’t do. […]

I met this one close to eight years ago. We had a mutual friend in common. He was in Vegas visiting and borrowed one of my friend’s motorcycles. Since I had just gotten my bike out of the shop, I was ecstatic to ride again. I went to my friend’s house to meet up before […]