Was It Something I Said?

I had to borrow the title for this entry from the old Richard Pryor comedy album but I have found the phrase "was it something I said?" applies to just about every segment of my life and just about all of my blogs as well.

Since I am once again single, I have started trolling a lot of the dating websites to see what is out there. Evidently no one is looking for a middle age retail lifer who has no life, no future, and no hope. I started chatting with a couple of different women and both were reasonably attractive and they both asked me where I worked. I was honest and told them and as soon as I answered that question, I never heard from either one of them again. I guess I am going to have to take my picture in front of an expensive house in a nice neighborhood, leaning on my friend's sports car, with a stack of $100 bills on the hood of the car to continue any future conversations.

I thought I was doing well to have worked for the same company for 28 years and to have weathered numerous economic recessions. I have all my hair (even though it is gray), I am reasonably intelligent, and I have a good sense of humor and an easy going personality. I guess I will just have to apply that to all of the women I work with.

Take It Easy

After one-and-a-half years I have decided to dust off The Date Manifesto and start blogging again. It has also been about two years since I have dated so I guess it is time that I dust if off and ease back into the game there as well too.

I am reminded of the lyrics from the song Take It Easy by the Eagles:

Well I'm a-runnin' down the road, tryin' to loosen my load
I've got seven women on my mind
Four that want to own me, two that want to stone me
One says she's a friend of mine

I have been out a couple of times but this time I am going to follow the advice of the song and take it easy. The last time this happened, I ended up in a relationship and I had no clue as to how I got there. I have rekindled some old friendships which is a good thing (I think) although I do get to hear about what a heel I was three or four years ago. I have not yet convinced myself that I can deny that accusation. Although this is the same woman that told me that I was the standard in which she measure all of the men she went out with after we stopped dating because of my intelligence, my sense of humor, and the way I conducted myself. That made me feel good about myself.