Someone to Stay Young With
I’m not watching DWTS like I did with Mom.
Really not into the “90-Day Fiancé” franchise either.
I am sticking with “Golden Bachelorette” though.
Her old best friend texted to tell me it was on the past two weeks. And I texted her today to say they are showing the first two episodes on Freeform. We are watching it together and picking out who Mom would have liked.
The guy who drove in with the station wagon, for sure. Keith. Keith looks like an old friend of mine from Phillips who I recently reconnected with. But it’s the driving up in a relic that caught my attention. Scumby and his Chevy tin-can, as Gram used to call it.
I think she would have liked Jack. He reminds me of someone I dated, looks-wise. She liked that look.
I’d take Frenchie. Any man who promises to fly me to Paris for dinner is worth a few dates.
And Kelsey’s dad. OH MY GOD, what a sweetheart. He probably wins this. He’s a total package for sure.
One of the guys at the end of the first episode said, “I’m not looking for someone to grow old with. I’m looking for someone to stay young with.”
As I look at the ruins of my life … and being alone in my house for the first time in 18 years … I’ve started thinking.
Like, oh shit. I really don’t want to die alone. But … I really need some live-alone time.
So I dig that. Someone to stay young with.
Or someones. Who knows.
I did get a vision the other day. Was talking to my tarot cards and trying to see why I got the Knight of Pentacles.
I can’t get the vision out of my head. I know exactly who was in it and where I was.
And I thought, OK, it’s all good. I turn out fine.
That’s my favorite question lately. How do I turn out. How do things turn out for me.
Haven’t seen a bad card yet.
Two decks gave me 10P today.
I wish I were as gorgeous as Joan Vassos. And that I had a mansion full of prospects.
But that’s OK. I have a lot of work to do in the meantime.
And I hope that whoever I saw is doing the same.