This outfit is great for a post-workout lunch, when you don't have time to shower and get done up, but you still want to look cute. Just throw off that sweaty shirt and throw on this versatile jumper (which I've used in a night-out look before). Voila! Classiness achieved. We'll call it "Run and Dine" (as opposed to Dine and Run...).
So much for writing every day. A series of unfortunate and unpredictable events met with Hank and me in the past couple of days and prevented me from writing. After that, I figured what was the use...like breaking a diet or something. We went out to eat at a horrible restaurant, Casa Bonita, which I'm naming here in the hopes of saving future diners from two days of puking and diarrhea. Don't let the touristy hype or South Park parody fool you into thinking you have to try it for yourself. Yes, there is a live diver and a 20-ft waterfall. Yes, it looks like Disney Land. But I have talked with two people who had relatives also get food poisoning. It may be quirky and fun, but the food is lethal. If you have to go, eat before. Please. So that is my excuse. Also, yesterday was my birthday. Yeah! And who wants to do extra work (in any form, fun or not) on her birthday?
This posting will be quick. We're having a party in...well...2.5 hours. I am neither showered nor have any of the drinks made. Since it's a cocktail party (yippee!), I also have to get dolled up. And since it will involve about 20 people in our house, I have to actually clean a bit and move some furniture. So...
Today's episode is about the timing of life (speaking of birthdays, especially when they approach 30). Big meets Carrie at a social function and confesses that he misses her and can't stop thinking about her. Carrie kicks him out, but wonders why he couldn't have said those words to her a year earlier. Samantha misses a period and fears she's headed for menopause. In desperation, she dates an old-timer in her apartment complex. When the period finally comes, she rejoices at the thought of many more years of sexual exploration. Charlotte and Trey are getting very serious, but Charlotte refuses to sleep with him, wanting to save it for the right time. Finally, Miranda and Steve go through a rough patch, and Steve suggests they have a baby. Miranda, up for partner at her firm, can't fathom it and feels she already mothers Steve. During a fight, she breaks up with him.
Timing is interesting, that's for sure. You would never meet certain people without certain timing. Relationships would probably never happen if the two people weren't single at the same time and open to starting something. However, timing isn't everything. Sometimes, "bad timing" is just an excuse for why an ill-fated union just doesn't work.
One of my friends is trying out online dating. The other day she read me the email correspondence she was having with four of her perspective males. It was so funny and varied, that I was silent for almost the entire hour she was reading and only broke my silence with bouts of uncontrollable laughter. It is amazing what people will say. However, her latest update was that her computer broke down for five days, during which time (however short), one of her interests dropped off the face of the planet. He now won't return her emails, though he was apparently dying to meet her earlier. She said she couldn't believe that five days was all it took. She hadn't realized online dating was so time sensitive. I told her it just wasn't meant to be. After all, if she was important to him, he would have waited.
Or would he have? It is strange to think how different our lives would be if we were born just one year later, for example, or went to a different college. Is there such thing as fate? If we are meant to do certain things or meet certain people, will we? Is there a cosmic force at play much stronger than chance and our personal decisions and whims? Or is timing really everything? If we met people a year before we did, would the relationship progress in the same way?
The logical part of me can't help but think that timing really does matter--during which life stages two people meet and where, when you decide to move to a new city and what jobs happen to be available to you at that time, etc. So much of it seems driven by chance. But the romantic in me wants to believe in the idea of "meant to be"--in that quote about being able to look back on your life and see that everything really did happen at the right time and for the right reasons. There may actually be plan that we don't know about.
Only one of my relationships actually ended because of supposed bad timing--the one with Brad. He had just ended a seven-year engagement and said he couldn't handle getting serious with anyone. I suppose you could say the teacher was a timing issue too. After all, who knows what would have happened if he hadn't gotten married before us meeting? But I still think that with Brad, something deeper was wrong--for both us us most likely. I didn't trust him, and he didn't feel the depth of love for me that he though he should. That's not timing. That's just people. With the teacher, I never could have handled him in a relationship. It was nice to fantasize about at the time, and it was nice to feel that connection. But we would have butted heads too much. His wife is probably the best person for him. Plus, in getting to know what he was like married (flirted with his students), I could see exactly what I wasn't missing. Again, people, not timing.
Hank was timing. It was also people. We met because of great timing. We stayed together because of who we are. Both matter. So, here's to good timing, including preparing for a party that will now start in less than two hours. Wish me luck.
Hope you'll be back. I will.
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