I notice that it is the beginning of August and I still have an Olympic picture up. As soon as I can get my camera to stop acting up, I will update the photo.
Ok, so it seems I have received a couple of comments stating that I may in fact be too picky. It seems I should have given the hugger more of an effort. Let me tell you, if someone even remotely resembling Mr. George Clooney wants to hug me, I will be the first to tell him to take his shirt off first before running into his arms. However, I must remain firm on my resolution to never hug less than Clooney-esque strangers.
So, again in my effort to get out there and socialize, I went to the Gay Pride parade on Sunday. I figured what girl doesn't love a challenge? My friend Cammie has an amazing condo located conveniently right at the finish line. Three single ladies sat there on her lawn having a picnic of Subway sandwiches, cookies and bottles of Coke and prepared to enjoy the view.
I gotta tell you, I was enjoying myself and laughing at some of the adsurdity of it all when along comes a show stopper about 1 hour into the whole thing. To prepare you, I should tell you the theme this year was world acceptance. Walking slowly and happily up the street was an elderly gentleman carrying a globe and wearing a grin......that was it - a grin. World acceptance of having his dangly bits out there where they could get sunburned is not something I can say I have ever contemplated. I should mention that despite the warmth of the afternoon, I suddenly got very cold and I heard little bells clanging in my head. I had to sit down. I had visions of what it would be like for me if I continued in my quest to secure myself an 80 year old millionaire orphan. Not a pretty sight anymore. After seeing that, I think I will have to up the ante - he must be at least a billionaire to make me want to see his 80 year old dangly bits.
All in all, it was a fun afternoon. There is something about the folks in the parade - they were a very happy group. However, it turns out not to be a very good place to meet the opposite sex and I am too old to change teams now. It would be way too much work and I am pretty sure I wouldn't like the club meetings.
I have agreed to a coffee meeting on Thursday with a friend of a friend of a friend. If I get poisoned, hugged or stabbed, I will not be a happy camper and may turn on said friend. However, I will let you know how it goes.
Cheers and stay tuned