I’m much happier with Livia – and Renzo before her – than the last guy in my life. I’d never say never, but I’m not particularly looking.
Online dating is riddled with con-men, and I presume con-women. Yet another story of a woman paying thousands of dollars to a man she’d never even met.
I’ve been carrying totes and at least a canvas bag with me for shopping at all times for at least 40 years, but then I’m an old tree-hugging hippie who rides an old Raleigh Sprite everywhere (when there is not a tonne of snow, with ice underneath). And who adopts stray cats…
I’ve only watched a few replays of the Olympics, because I’ve had quite a bit of work (other than the book) which I had to get done in a hurry. Tonight I’m attending a small party with friends and they may well be on, as the friends whose place it is at is the daughter of a professor of physical education who was a tennis champ into his 80s.
I’m not as much of a sport fan as she is, but I enjoy watching them with friends. I also like going to some of the Italian cafés around here and watching the calcio (football/soccer) and obviously, bicycle races.
And yes, some of the events do look very dangerous.
That said, I don’t want to be defined as a “single”. I’m the same person whether or not I’m partnered at the time.
One thing has changed; even if I do have a serious companion again, I want to keep my own little flat. I need an office/studio to work in anyway.
Ants are nothing to having MOTHS. Just hope I never get them again; they are heartbreaking.