How falling for a guy on the internet and then kicking him out because he was a big fat liar head made ME the Destroyer of Men. He wasn’t even destroyed. Not even a little.
Originally written Dec 4, 2006:
Having been recently divorced and putting myself “out there” on the internet has forced me to write a lot of things “About Me” and “Who I’d Like to Meet”. It has been kind of cathartic and forced me to answer some really basic questions about myself that I hadn’t given any thought to in quite some time.
In this rumination of mine I have discovered that it’s very difficult to pin me down. I could talk about me today but that could very well change tomorrow. I am ever evolving, always becoming, constantly changing and forever learning, adapting and growing. Those are my constants. That’s who I am.
Now that’s not to say that my core values of honesty, compassion, discovery, reason and love of laughter change on a frequent basis, but rather how new events and changes in my life are affected by those core values to add to the evolution of me.
SHREK: For your information, there’s a lot more to ogres than people think.
SHREK: Example? Okay, um, ogres are like onions.
DONKEY: [Sniffs] They stink?
SHREK: Yes. No!
DONKEY: They make you cry?
DONKEY: You leave them out in the sun, they get all brown, start sprouting’ little white hairs.
SHREK: No! Layers! Onions have layers! Ogres have layers! Onions have layers. You get it? We both have layers. [Sighs]
DONKEY: Oh, you both have layers. Oh. [Sniffs] You know, not everybody likes onions. Cake! Everybody loves cakes! Cakes have layers.
SHREK: I don’t care… what everyone likes. Ogres are not like cakes.
DONKEY: You know what else everybody likes? Parfaits. Have you ever met a person, you say, “Let’s get some parfait,” they say, “Hell no, I don’t like no parfait”? Parfaits are delicious.
SHREK: No! You dense, irritating, miniature beast of burden! Ogres are like onions! End of story. Bye-bye. See ya later.
I love that movie…..and now back to my story….
I am not the car I drive nor the job I have. I can not be fully defined by the friends I have nor by my family. Although I wouldn’t mind a bit being evaluated with friends and family in mind…they’re all awesome! I’ve lived in many different places in the world, but I am not defined by that either. I am a conglomeration of all those things and so much more unseen and inside and sometimes none of it.
Are you confused yet? Or do you “get” it?
Did you notice there’s nothing about God leading me in my life or me turning to God for guidance or being shaped by Him? That’s because God is inside us all, God is US. We are all made of the same stuffs, not just homo sapiens but everything everywhere is made of the same original stuff that was at one point all one really, really, really, really dense ball of matter. Sorry but the God of the Christian bible (or any other “Bible” for that matter) is not included in my core beliefs. I have no faith where that extremely contradictory work of fiction to control society is concerned. To say that we are all created by some omniscient being is far too simple an answer for this beautiful and wonderfully complex universe. Love to talk about it all though, anytime, anywhere.
So that’s “About Me”, now what do I like? Well, the usual stuff actually. You know…fine dining, wine tasting, artsy fartsy stuff, live acoustic music, moonlit walks on the beach, meeting up with 39 other people at a designated time and virtual place to kill monsters and explore dungeons, you know…the basics. Other activities I like are rollerblading, bowling and putt-putt golf. My interests include rational and irrational thinking, getting in touch with my spiritual side, science fiction, astronomy, genetics, philosophy, theology, ancient history and laughing a lot.
I’m interested in finding and meeting co-creators, collaborators, co-conspirators, co-producers, teachers, and travelers to share in this epic adventure called life, friends mostly. Friends are where it should always begin. Now if we happen to get naked from time to time that’s ok too. (just checking to see who actually read this….LOL)
Hi, my name is Katie. I’m 39 years old, recovering addict to World of Warcraft (Stormreaver, 60 Pally, Aremana, Malicious Guild), recently divorced and living alone for the first time in my life.
As originally written on Dec 26, 2006:
I just finished having one of those weekends you read about in romance novels. I feel like I just lived an entire lifetime in the past three days. It was meaningful, beautiful and life altering in almost every way.
It was Christmas three years ago when I first met Lorenzo. I was at Olympia after my company holiday party and was having a good time with friends there when I noticed a quite handsome young man that kept looking at me. It took him about a half hour but he finally asked me to dance and we started talking.
We both felt a strong attraction to one another but in relationships, timing is everything…we were both married albeit not happily. So we lost each other for three years. I had often thought of him and “what it would have been like if” but never really thought I’d see him again. Until, of course, I did.
This time when our eyes met the ember of a fire that had been sparked so long ago came into full blaze. That didn’t stop me from reaching into my purse to get a business card…I was damn sure not letting him get away without my number this time!!
We stayed together from the time our eyes met until the time when I had to see him leave again. But in that time I lived another lifetime and knew real unadultered love again and it was good. Really good. So of course it couldn’t last.
Lorenzo is from Albania. He came to America by way of Greece where he had lived for ten years. He speaks three languages fluently and can understand many others. He is gentle and kind and has some of finest friends I have ever had the pleasure of meeting. But Lorenzo is young, only 29, and still making his way. Right now, he is making his way working as an alaskan crab fisher, apparently one of your more dangerous occupations. He is on the boat for months at a time and I will not see him again for maybe six months.
I just wanted to share my “Affair to Remember” as it was truly a dream and magic from start to finish. It is funny how life works.
Some pictures are on my page.
Another fitting Poem by David John Lucas
Harbor of Power
What finds us here is desire
A quench for internal fires
Some burning, some a glowing ember
Some for lust, some seeking forever
My heart has been my loudest voice
The one to hear it is the only choice
Surrender my quest to the angels of fate
They place us together, my hearts only mate.
Our ships finally passing, our anchors finally touch
Our harbor finally realized within each others love.
In our power and glory seen only to roam apart
Each ruling a domain with a presence so stout
Provide me this retreat where comfort melds with passion
In the company of each other each in a discreet fashion
We let down our guards in knowing each others power
In this private union strenth so soft as the petal of a flower.
Knowing each others fears and feats never needs spoken.
In this retreat we live and love with time and the world frozen.
We part to return to each our majestic patrols
Refreshed, alive and in complete control.
David John Lucas
Copyright ©2002 David John Lucas
Note added June 5, 2012 – Studettes can fall hard for the wrong guy. Didn’t take me long to get over the, “Why you no clean?” and “Why you no cook?” constant comments but it was SO worth it.
Maybe someone will read it.
How to Get Your Family Kicked Off an Island Paradise
So yeah, as a young and horny Studette, I lived on a beautiful island paradise. I was seventeen, tan and fit. And I wanted ALL the hot guys. So I had them, mostly.
I had been living on the island with my family for about two and half years. I went back state side on my vacation and when I returned my family went to Hawaii for two weeks for their vacation. So there I was: no parents, no chaperone, just all on my own in the most beautiful tropical setting. I had the TIME OF MY LIFE!
Until I locked myself out of the house that is.
I called the appropriate authorities to come unlock my door but I didn’t realize that I had to BE there in order for them to do it; so I went to a basketball game and watched hot, sweaty men play all night. Then after the game, instead of going home well before curfew like a good girl would have, I went to the bachelor’s quarters to play the game of menage a trios with a couple of the basketball players, one of each color for diversity sake.
Unfortunately for me the chief of the local excuse for police saw me sitting on the steps outside the entrance to the BQ. A place a seventeen year old girl is NOT supposed to be. I went in anyway.
I won’t bore you with all the steamy details; unless you beg me to. Suffice to say it was three hours of good clean fun, except when I had to go to the bathroom and the white guy was all like, “But I just got it back up!” and I’m like, “Do you you want me to pee on it?”. Three hours that put me going home well past curfew and of course when I arrived home my door was still locked.
I biked down to the nearest phone and called security again. This time I was at the house when they arrived, but those guys were pretty smart and deduced I had not been at home the entire time. I got a ticket for being out after curfew.
The next day the chief dude put one and two together and the shit hit the fan. My parents were called, my dad’s boss was called and I was called down to the security station. They wanted to ask me all sorts of questions about who else I might have seen while I was there and other such stuff. Since I had already paid my ticket, they couldn’t really pursue anything as they had no actual evidence I was in there.
Unfortunately, my Dad’s company was going through lay offs and my Dad’s boss thought it was a good enough excuse to add him to the list. Boss man called me at 6:00 am a couple days later to tell me I was being sent to my parents in Hawaii. I had a good time there too but that’s another story.
When we all returned home, boss man gave my Dad the lay off news and we had two weeks to pack up and leave the island. The most ironic thing of this whole story is that while my Dad is sitting there having to listen to what a wayward girl he has, he’s remembering the time he and his daughter were in the BQ together visiting my boyfriend, who happened to be none other than his boss’s son.
I’d had the pleasure of both of his sons as a matter of fact. I am Studette after all.