We all know our time is limited. Expand on your boundaries.
How old we are is irrelevant; we could be gone anytime!
And on that note, I decided to go back to online dating!
There is this thing 'getting older', and most women, especially past their menopause, get put off men altogether. Of course, this does not apply to all women, but many do.
Dating has taken on a whole new perspective in our new age. When I was growing up, and I still am on that discovery route, it was all about the meeting of the eyes, those flirtatious glances, and body language. Nowadays, everyone is online, especially with the numerous smartphone dating sites. I tried that, too. As of the countless times, my index finger flipped to the left; it went numb! Haha.
So, I soon gave that up. I had told myself to get off the sites and concentrate more on the flirting, but every time I was out, it seemed either people were in their own group or face down, fixed on their phone screens, lit up.
I may have grown older, but it sure does not mean my libido has evaporated into thin air! For goodness sake, I am a woman with needs, which is normal. Certainly not ready to kill any desire in me and sit aside and watch this womanhood turn into dust or cobwebs as the case may be. Hence, on a hot summer's night (and we have experienced a few in London this year! miracle), the mind played tricks on me and decided to look into some light entertainment; a mix of curiosity and intrigue got the better of me.
Opened Safari and joined a site, unlike other dating sites, with men carrying more baggage than could fit into a trail of locomotives but something more naughty, yet more genuine. I have learned all the tricks of the trade-in, applying words in a couple of short sentences to attract exactly what my mind desires. In no time, a trail of chats was opening up; some would put a cheeky smile on my lit-up face, and others called for immediate 'blocking'. Now, for a profile with no photo, barely much description, and two short sentences, the attention I got was exciting, to say the least.
My frankness, without being rude or uncomplicated with genuine honesty, is what gets the right kind of attention. In all frankness, I feel like a woman again! At least I can flirt with words and chat with worldly-educated, open-minded men who appreciate a woman when they read one. Lol. So far, being rightfully picky, there have been no meetings. But there is light at the end of each tunnel. I will keep you posted.
During my summer here, I saw endless arrays of festivals around Europe. I am no expert in that subject, but the two I have attended regularly have been: first, a cosy, super friendly festival of just over a thousand people in Northern UK and the second one happened to be the 'Houghton Festival'. The latter only began last year, curated by Craig Richards, a true master of capturing dancers' souls to flow into his music. Almost every big name in the DJ world appears to play wholeheartedly through the most magnificent sound systems, scattered in a dozen most scenic layouts throughout the impressive green grounds of Houghton Hall in the East of England.
Sis, Hala and I were in our element, feeling the love and dancing to flawless sounds, a form of meditation for us. To leave my body and concentrate on my soul, driven to levels of gratitude and joy. We glamped in a tipi tent, hoping for some dark, tall, handsome, hot-blooded red Indian to attack! Haha. Just kidding. Bet that got your attention diverted.
My message to you is to count your every second and stop moaning!
Things can only get better. Make that your mantra.
Happy Haldita x
How old we are is irrelevant; we could be gone anytime!
And on that note, I decided to go back to online dating!
There is this thing 'getting older', and most women, especially past their menopause, get put off men altogether. Of course, this does not apply to all women, but many do.
Dating has taken on a whole new perspective in our new age. When I was growing up, and I still am on that discovery route, it was all about the meeting of the eyes, those flirtatious glances, and body language. Nowadays, everyone is online, especially with the numerous smartphone dating sites. I tried that, too. As of the countless times, my index finger flipped to the left; it went numb! Haha.
So, I soon gave that up. I had told myself to get off the sites and concentrate more on the flirting, but every time I was out, it seemed either people were in their own group or face down, fixed on their phone screens, lit up.
I may have grown older, but it sure does not mean my libido has evaporated into thin air! For goodness sake, I am a woman with needs, which is normal. Certainly not ready to kill any desire in me and sit aside and watch this womanhood turn into dust or cobwebs as the case may be. Hence, on a hot summer's night (and we have experienced a few in London this year! miracle), the mind played tricks on me and decided to look into some light entertainment; a mix of curiosity and intrigue got the better of me.
Opened Safari and joined a site, unlike other dating sites, with men carrying more baggage than could fit into a trail of locomotives but something more naughty, yet more genuine. I have learned all the tricks of the trade-in, applying words in a couple of short sentences to attract exactly what my mind desires. In no time, a trail of chats was opening up; some would put a cheeky smile on my lit-up face, and others called for immediate 'blocking'. Now, for a profile with no photo, barely much description, and two short sentences, the attention I got was exciting, to say the least.
My frankness, without being rude or uncomplicated with genuine honesty, is what gets the right kind of attention. In all frankness, I feel like a woman again! At least I can flirt with words and chat with worldly-educated, open-minded men who appreciate a woman when they read one. Lol. So far, being rightfully picky, there have been no meetings. But there is light at the end of each tunnel. I will keep you posted.
During my summer here, I saw endless arrays of festivals around Europe. I am no expert in that subject, but the two I have attended regularly have been: first, a cosy, super friendly festival of just over a thousand people in Northern UK and the second one happened to be the 'Houghton Festival'. The latter only began last year, curated by Craig Richards, a true master of capturing dancers' souls to flow into his music. Almost every big name in the DJ world appears to play wholeheartedly through the most magnificent sound systems, scattered in a dozen most scenic layouts throughout the impressive green grounds of Houghton Hall in the East of England.
Sis, Hala and I were in our element, feeling the love and dancing to flawless sounds, a form of meditation for us. To leave my body and concentrate on my soul, driven to levels of gratitude and joy. We glamped in a tipi tent, hoping for some dark, tall, handsome, hot-blooded red Indian to attack! Haha. Just kidding. Bet that got your attention diverted.
My message to you is to count your every second and stop moaning!
Things can only get better. Make that your mantra.
Happy Haldita x
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