…shameless…..

Purple panties on a line,

shamelessly

showing off their seams, never wondering

if they are fat, or if

the neighbors might see.

 

 

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movie madness…. state of play

With intricate and challenging plots and sub plots, as well as a Stellar cast,  State of Play is one of the Best films in this genre of a smart and sophisticated thriller.

No, not a slasher, please give me some credit for taste…. This involves newspaper journalists working on breaking a possible homicide case, and ending up implicating political high ups, and gigantic and powerful players.

Russell Crowe is his usual intense and earthy self, Rachel McAdams is charming and so smart in her counterpoint part with him, as the young cub reporter.  Helen Mirren delivers magnificently, as usual, and certainly one of the most beautiful of these older actresses that are hanging in there, despite Hollywood’s proclivity for youth.

But I must say the one that really blew me away was Ben Affleck.  I know…. Surprise huh!!    Finally he’s come back in stride, and this film shows him strong, smart, powerful, angry, with great intelligent delivery, and the subtlety he shows in close up emotional moments is really astounding.   Hurray, because my goodness he is a good looking bloke.

Supporting actors are hardly shabby… Robin Wright Penn, one of my favorites, is her usual wonderful and complex character (another breathtakingly gorgeous person), and Jason Bateman of the Ron Howard series “Arrested Development”, is such an original character in this film, with his crafty, sharp, nasty, and extremely human part.

In all, I highly recommend checking this one out.

 

 

…i hate numbers

Ok, so I Have to tell you something…. today, I received my First…. Note this please…. My First Response from a someone, a male someone, who was blasted into my email as MY NEW MATCH.

But before I go any further, let me remind you that if you’re still reading this on your email page, I encourage you to go to my site, because the version there is ever-so-much more sexy…. and now I continue….

See… I listed my ideals as guys from 50 to 60, as I’m a bit tired of the older set…they’re cute, they’re adoring, and goodness knows they’re needy and willing to say just about anything, but I’m just not ready to settle down into playing cards and helping him remember to take his pills quite yet.

I have Always found younger guys everso much more fun and interesting, challenging and well…sexy.  And til I moved to Oregon, it had never been a problem. Oregon is just a little bit different from NorCal… just a wee bit…..

So… this site sends me weekly NEW MATCH links…. And actually, once in a while I find someone interesting.  These tend to be in the fifty to 58 range.

Oh and you’ll Love this:  after the YOUR NEW MATCH, is something akin to SO GO GET HIM.  When they send a YOU HAVE A NEW FLIRT … it says HE PICKED YOU OUT OF THE CROWD…..awwwww…

And when someone FAVORITEs you…. This is the Best one…. DON’T LET HIM GET AWAY…….eeeek!

So although I send a light and airy “Helloooo” and “Check out my Profile”, Not One has responded .  Really. Weird huh.  Especially because the guys who Do the approaching always talk about my picture, and my profile writing.  Oh you could teach a class on writing a profile, one told me.           Oh wait…., but that was the Player guy… forget it.

But really, I’m talking maybe a Dozen interesting active, artistic,  guys. Doing things and out and about.  Cute, somewhat sincere, as much as you can get a sincere vibe from a profile….

Yet not ONE has responded.

So… I go to my deepest recesses… and know what ?  What is the first thing a person reads after the name….. ?  Ready?  Your Age….yes….Name… AGE… and Then where you live.   Age is more important than the fact that you live in Nebraska?

Now when’s the last time you walked into a bar, sat alongside some cute guy and softly whispered in his ear…”Hi big boy…. My name’s  (insert name)…. I’m 68 .     Exactly.   This is SO Lame, I am becoming more irritated by the minute.

And what do You think when you hear of a 68  year old woman?  What comes to mind, please be honest….. uh huh…. Mee toooo….

So this brings me to the discussion of the day…..                                                                                                       AGE.

We are all prejudiced in regards to age.  I am the first to admit it.  It places us in our generation, it tells the world what stage we’re in, it says what we have left, and what we want while we’re here…and maybe where we’re headed.   But…. Does it? No of course not.  As we age, the numbers mean less and less.

I know this, because I have spent time with lots of folks of different ages, and I know first hand that after a while, the number mean little, compared to health, attitude, habits, the past, and let’s not forget education, life experience and genetics.  And these differences increase exponentially as the years add up.  We are so different, and numbers just don’t tell it, baby, not at all.

There’s a reason for the word Ageless…. Because ideally, that’s where life leads one, to a place where you’re just a person, seen first as the energy ball you are, and then later there might be a semblance of… oh ya… wait… how old do you think she is?

Think Eartha Kitt….. think Harry Belafonte…. James Earl Jones….. there are certain people that just Are.   Even Sean Connery, who’s getting pretty grampy  these days.  And yet even back a ways, Hollywood could still cast him opposite Michelle Pfeiffer…. I think she was like 25, and he was …. Oh….maybe 70?  It was completely ridiculous, but they still got away with it because he has that Thing, that age defying agelessness Thing that has more to do with energy than anything.  Well, the good looks and great voice and cute accent help too,…..

I remember my beloved grandmother, who one day while she was pulling up her girdle, tucking all her roundness into this giant rubber band…. She said     “I know I look like a funny old lady on the outside, but inside I’m still a girl.”

I never forgot that …..(obviously)……, that image of her struggling with controlling her body so she was presentable to the world, and so intimately sharing this with me at the same time.  What a touching moment, made even more so by my present station as grandma to six budding beings who look to me, and at me, each in their own way.

I remember her saying “Oh Carol, don’t ever get fat, and have to wear one of these things”, and I remember thinking “Uh…..don’t worry…I don’t care how fat I get, I’m Never gonna wear one of Those things”.

I think she’d be proud of me now, of the kind of grandma I am, barefooted and independent, making popcorn and discussing films with my grandson, playing dice with my granddaughter and dressing her up in my clothes for her Austin Powers party.

So all this leads to the beginning, which started off with crowing…. Yes, crowing that one interesting fellow had actually gone past the age barrier, and checked me out.

We had an extraordinary conversation for over an hour, and at some point we may even meet.

There’s always hope.  Meanwhile, I still get Flirts, and Come check me outs, and I may write you next week with another weird story about just one more stranger who will remain so.  But for now, things look just a little brighter.

 

 

…both sides now

So I’ve been wondering what it’s like on the other side.  Are the guys having similar experiences as we women are?  Do the girls fall into types, and if so, what Are those types?  Do women disappear on them without a trace, note or email?  Do they lie about their hair, or send 10, 20 year old pictures?                                                                                                                                                                  Human nature being what it is, I suspect it is similar on the other side, but my curiosity is such that I am actually tempted to use some friend’s picture, and pose as a burly fellow, just so I can peruse the stack of women offering themselves to the love gods…

Things have been moving right along with the search, and I have actually found a couple three guys who I can actually Talk with.  Surprised?                   Why hasn’t she shared this with us, the clamoring crowd calls out.  Well,         all in good time my dears.  Remember, we are going sort of chronologically, and I’m not done with my stupid little stories that have stacked up on my brain particles.  I do upon occasion, jump out of context, and you’ll just have to get used to it.  And another thing:  I’m in charge, so don’t get all steamed up here….. we’ll get there when I’m ready.   At least there’s one place in my life where I can say that.

So these guys who somehow know how to talk…. These fellows who are able to put more than three words together, and who have a sense of humor about the whole thing………at least one is willing to chat endlessly on the phone, and He is willing to share stories.  The other two, well they aren’t doing the phone thing yet, and one has only been on the site for three weeks.  But he’s super chatty sharing, (and he can’t believe I’m my age, thinks I’m gorgeous, and ‘would date me in a New York minute’, yes that’s a quote…..  I liked him Immediately. Oh, and he lives 2000 miles away, so it’s Very Safe..) ….but eventually we may hit pay dirt.  He’s also younger and super cute, so I suspect the women will be off the chart hitting on him.

The third one I’m meeting soon, for the third time (no, it’s not serious, but a nice trustworthy friend), and I plan to pick his brain cavities as much as he’ll let me.  He’s very sweet, and has no fear of being candid, so…… we’ll see what he’s willing to part with.

So now I begin my quest to find out some of their experiences.  Don’t you think that will be fun?  …eavesdropping on the girlfriends, and find out their methods and escapes.  Oh ya…. One thing I’m wondering is if the women are aggressive.  I know they Can be…I know they Can be competitive and a bit Gamey…I’m just curious on how they do their deeds.                                     Since eyelash batting and hair tossing isn’t really in context on the ethers, just What do they do to gain attention, stand out from the crowd, and ‘set the hook’ as a rather mercenary friend of mine once chirped.  See what I mean?  They even use guy terminologies…….

Once, coming upon another friend all decked out and swingin it on the dance floor, she flat out stated…” I’m trolling…”.

So there ya go.  It’s off to take notes with the boys,  and since these three are such different types … I mean Really different….. I’m thinking this could be very interesting….

As a couple of very famous fellows once said…. “I’ll be back…”