Regarding men, I just want to go on record [View all]

[Mme. Defarge]

as saying that I have, and have had, wonderful male friends. From family, school, work. I have found that their perspective has provided balance to my own, and, typically, with less of an emotional overlay as with my female friends. I need and treasure both kinds of connections.

Having just celebrated a “big decade birthday” (how the hell did that happen, it’s is indeed “terribly strange”, but, hey, 70 is the new 40, right?), I can’t say that I was never “hit on” at work or at play, but it was a different era, and, into my case, rare. Did I suck it up and shrug it off? Yes. Was that ok? No. Did I make mistakes, definitely. For the most part, though, my experience with men has been one of wonderful wit, learning, wisdom, and extraordinary kindness.

Then there was my beloved sweetheart of 40 years. I’m convinced he still watches over me - and never more so than the last couple of days.

And so, to all of the “good guys” I’ve been blessed to have in my life, and here on DU - I’m sure you are legion - I wish you good cheer and urge you to carry on. And may we all go forth and sin no more.

Salud,
Mme. D.

Btw, this is a do-over post after removing an earlier version yesterday in which I demonstrated my rather embarrassing confusion over the meaning of “decade” and how it applied to my advanced age.