IS THAT IT ?

IS THAT IT  ?




 

I am looking for that which separates and defines the most important element on a Friday to Monday session that will never fail to satisfy and keep me occupied, regardless of what is going on outside in the external realm, where I can read about it, but not do anything at all to change the outcome as reported in the google banner that takes up space on the page that I have dialed up by calling on my Home Button. 



 And here I am, looking for a do-over.  My goals are set.  Define and Separate.  Do it between Monday and Friday, and for the most part it doesn’t matter what time it is in your neighborhood, lets’ start now.  Not sure if its the subject matter that will be engaging, or the ring you put on my finger, as we end the night, and you have picked me up on a dance floor, total stranger who seems nice, he is.  





He is available and am seeing him for the first time.  Pure instinct and spontaneous, these things happen when we are young, but not now and certainly not in a blog.  But wait.  Did I miss something?  I have seen a lot of blogs and seen love happen after she signs in and says, "Befriend Me."  And then for the next 6 months and until she disappears, never to be seen again, its all about him being the one and how he has become her digital prince.  So I have seen it before, am internet and blog savvy.  





What did I miss, not much.  So what is that essential thing I am looking for, and will I know it when it touches me, or before the moment of impact, when suddenly bold Letters declare, "Is That It?"   And that is my blog topic for today.  Hope I know before the weekend is over.  Is That It?  Or must I wait another week, and do it all over again as I look time and time again for that which separate and defines that which never fails to satisfy?

 

I haven’t decided if this is a head-game I am playing.  Nor if its possible to be satisfied.  Quite conservative I am, but pride myself on being collaborative and I have had a few sexperiences and moments of delight that I thought, "This is it.  This will last."  And I would be the last to know, when it was over.  But over it was, the euphoria of that which I was sure, would last forever.  


 


And Now I’m Good.  Weekends come and go.  I’m still looking and now will be satisfied with most anything that presents itself as fun.  Have dropped the special and the eternal satisfying part.  Go at this as if I am smart and educated and can handle it with a sense of humor, if indeed all falls apart, without warning.  How it is.  Is That It?   And should I begin the next generation of blue, when it rains and pours and getting wet happens, but not the way I had hoped for it to be.  Perhaps there is a reasonable explanation for Monday and my recollection and dismissal of all that happened, but did not qualify as defining and separation from the insane.  Can’t say it turned out to be a total failure, but then I think I might be ruled by my bias and my intentions that were programmed at birth.  







So now its time to become specific.  It doesn’t matter who you are, at the start I give the benefit of the doubt.  You could be the one.  Name a Team.  Wear a Uniform.  Ask me to pay to be with you.  And that’s when it happens.  My Bad begins to show.  I develop attitude.  Friday night and he may be drunk.  But not likely on coffee and cigarettes and an absentee-ballot.  Still waiting for satisfaction.  And I can tell you, on preview of two games, I am not in love with you.  In fact not sure I even like you.  Boston Red Sox.  St. Louis  Cardinals.  Baseball in Winter.  

Not sure I like you.  Is That It?