So the rest of my Wednesday from midday was spent on this boat till 7pm.
Monroe's boat. A lovely living room salon of a boat. a bar and men to fill the day and conversation.
And then to be the focus of all attention of "why i dont have a man" was the greatest part of all but it is like I am mummified to explain and say more. The conversation came from so many different angles.
From my culture shock. My age group/ My upbrining/ My being brought up by a womanizer and my theory that girl children of womanizers have standards impossible to meet and they are not wily nily to navigate with bullshit/ About there not being 'real men' / And what was "a real man". And the compromise women must make into self erasure to have such a man, any man, any male. Cause in reality there are more males than man. It was interesting.
And out of four men, the one I want, and the one who I suspect might MIGHT want me, he and I say nothing to and about or around each other. But neither do we banter like the others.
The day was rich/Another promises tomorrow. We shall go sailing and not just dock. And I have an invitation to lime and fete this coming Sunday. Bet
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