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Foot Man
2007-01-27 07:28:00
The days were beginning to get warmer and my hot flashes hotter. My spring fever was raging and the Real Scientist was nowhere to be found. My only male contact was with The Englishman who kept reappearing on my screen. I needed to get a hold of myself. This was no way for a grown woman to act. I must however admit that I was enjoying the salacious nature of my encounters with the Englishman. It was my dirty little secret. This transatlantic cyber relationship seemed harmless and safe and I was quite comfortable keeping the naughty details all to myself.Just as Memorial Day was approaching I received a charming e-mail from a suburban man who regaled me with compliments. We spoke on the phone a couple of times and, in spite of his overwhelming New Jersey accent and occasional mysterious reference to feet, I agreed to meet him one morning for a walk in the park. On the day we met, Foot Man arrived in New York two hours early and called to let me know. His eagerness was someho...

The Real Scientist
2007-01-22 20:37:00
As my transatlantic cyber affair continued and I my body ached for The Bartender, an attractive age-appropriate, geographically-desirable man arrived on the scene. After a chat session that had me in fits of laughter and a quick phone conversation, we agreed to meet at the Museum of Natural History to peruse dinosaur bones.The date was delightful. We grabbed a bite for lunch and then wound our way through the museum and into Central Park, talking and laughing all the while. It was still very cool out and we nestled into a park bench for warmth as we shared more of our stories. The date ended with a walk to the subway and a quick kiss goodbye. As he was presumably globetrotting and buried with work I would have occasional e-mails from him on his travels suggesting that we try and catch up in person soon. My friends were all routing for this funny and smart man. If the truth be told, so was I. There was no real spark with The Real Scientist , but I liked him and thought that per...

Desperation
2007-01-15 06:15:00
I am feeling desperate, both emotionally and sexually. I am crying more regularly and thinking of The Bartender. I am obsessively surfing the web in search of a man. I can’t leave it alone.One night on my journey through cyberspace a request for a chat session flashes up on my screen. Yet another young man desiring an older woman is on the other end. This one however has a twist. He is in England. He is handsome, smart, charming with adorable dimples and 34 years old. We chatted for some time but it didn’t take long for things to take a naughty turn. I was surprising myself at the words that were coming from the tips of my fingers and onto the screen. A lesson learned from my encounters with The Naughty Boy. A few moments later he invited me to view his web cam. In another first for me this year, I accepted his invitation.There he was in all his glory – 34 years old; 6’3’; slender; handsome and naked as the day he was born. Clearly aroused, I egged him on and was excited b...
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Possession
2007-01-08 15:23:00
My body is possessed. The hot flashes are constant and the only thing that seems to be able to cool my face is the constant stream of tears that seems to spring forth on the hour. I cannot stop the tears. The sadness within me feels like another person trying to escape. Surely this deep sorrow cannot be mine. I need an exorcist. The problem is that I believe I know the source of my sorrow. I am lonely. I am lonely for a best friend. Someone who will be by my side through thick and thin. Someone who will not be afraid of my tears. Someone who wants to stay with me even when I try to push him away.I am beyond lonely. It might be the hormones. I barely get a break between hot flashes. Even so, I think the truth of the matter is that the loneliness is real. The hormones are merely making me feel so insecure that I cannot hide the loneliness from myself any longer. The power of my own emotion scares me.In addition to the flashing and the tears I seem to have an uncontrollable urge for se...
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Spring
2007-01-02 05:07:00
The problem with this particular transition is that it is spring. I definitely have spring fever. It is also one of the busiest times of the year in real estate. My hormones are raging. Once again my multitasking skills are challenged and I fail.For example, one Saturday I left my house with the specific intention of running errands and picking up a few sundries at a local drugstore. I am focused and ready for the task at hand. I leave my house and walk up the street. On my way I pass by the manicure shop. I’m thrilled that in 10 minutes they can fit me in – besides it’s time for the removal of my ever-sprouting facial hair. I run up the street toward the drug store. On my way I pass by Starbucks. In spite of the fact that it is only 50 degrees outside, my hot flash pulls me in to order a large iced beverage.As I attempt to pay for my iced latte, I can’t seem to figure out what bills to pull from my pocket. My phone rings and luckily I have on reading glasses. I...
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Happy Holidays
2006-12-20 01:34:00
It’s that time of the year again. We’re all running around like mad, spending more money than we have, eating more cookies than we need and drinking more smart cocktails than we should. The overindulgence is causing me to reflect upon excesses in the last year.Bread.Smart Cocktails.Surfing the web.Internet Dating.Younger men.Someone else’s man.Hot flashes.My life has been filled with excess. I confess I’ve cried a lot about it but through the tears I have laughed a lot as well. I have enjoyed every second of it and am looking forward to what the next year will bring.I will be taking a few days off over the holidays and hope that those of you who have become devoted readers will be sure to pick up where we left off on New Year’s Day.To those of you who have fallen behind….. get busy and catch up! I’ll be looking for your comments ;-)Big kiss.M
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Meanness
2006-12-18 00:01:00
Weeks have passed since my last encounter with The Bartender – the encounter that was supposed to be our goodbye. He calls but doesn’t have the time to talk. So why has he called? He tries to redeem himself. He says he didn’t want me to think he’d forgotten about me, forgotten that he said he’d call. I wonder, is this a new ploy for sex? He wants to meet for breakfast to talk. He does not have the time to talk on the phone now. He’s got to run. So why did he call? So I can be the one to say he out of line? So I can be the one to sound needy? So he can have the position of power? So I can be angry? Why do people find that meanness is the solution for separation? If you have been close with someone and truly care for them, why would you be hateful? Make no mistake; I understand the hurtful things said during a fight, the words that escape from deep within that slice like daggers through the air. Words we never mean to say and will be quickly retracted and hopefully...
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The First Brick
2006-12-13 19:44:00
Perhaps I’m being too sensitive. Those that know me and know my hormonal state might say that is true. I still cry at the drop of a hat, but in all honesty I have begun to welcome the openness, the honesty with which I am beginning to treat my own feelings. I surprise myself at my willingness to at least try to be vulnerable. It’s an amazing sensation after having spent nearly half a century being on guard. My father was in the military during my formative years. Each time we moved I would become what I thought was expected in each new school. I would be dramatic. I would be fun. I would be exotic, eating only mustard on my hamburgers. I would cry in the lunchroom over the death of a much-loved pet – mind you I have never in my life had a pet. The effect was quite compelling. My new-found friends surrounded the exciting newcomer.My parents never knew of my secret life. I’m sure they were in their own adjustment period each time we moved. They would go out a lot,...
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The Cyber-Date
2006-12-11 01:37:00
After Johnny so many e-mails came in from the various sites I had joined that it was overwhelming. With each block I was sent another hit. One communication was so surprising, and I was so lonely, that I responded. He was beautiful. Studly Nightshade was a stunning specimen of a man who sent a charming and smart e-mail. I immediately agreed to call him. He immediately made it clear that he was interested in two things. One, a big butt and two, sex with the person who had that big butt. He was going to lose out on both counts. So much for Studly Nightshade. Someone that beautiful was clearly too good to be true. All was not lost. That very evening, while recovering from a particularly bad day of hot flashes, I received and instant message from a gentleman who has recently relocated from the west coast to expand his business. He also did not have a photo posted but his messages were kind, respectful and fun. He asked me to go out for dinner with him at that very moment.Re...
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Round Nine
2006-12-09 01:53:00
And so, now it is time for the ninth round of dating. There are more men rejected in this round than in any other. In spite of that I am trawling around the internet in search of the perfect man. One evening, as I wandered through cyberspace on my continued quest to stop my hot flashes, I think I may have found the perfect man. His profile is perfect. He mentions one of my favorite spots. He is age-appropriate. In spite of the fact that he is so new on the site and therefore has no photo, I send an e-mail and he quickly responds with an invitation for coffee. I agree to meet him and ask what he looks like. He tells me that he looks like a younger Johnny Carson. I agree to meet him at my favorite coffee shop. I arrive and the regular waitress looks suspicious. I am on time and, spotting no one that looks like Johnny, sit at an empty table. The waitress looks at me as though I’m doing something wrong. As I open my paper to read a gentleman comes from the men’s room. Her...
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Sharing
2006-12-07 03:43:00
I’m not sure what I should be doing at this point. My base desires are still getting the best of me. Incredibly, I long for romance as I muddle through my endless days of work. Hormones are rocking my world. I still cry at least once a day. Sometimes I cry for myself. Sometimes I cry for someone else. The other day the sky turned periwinkle with streaks of pink as the sun was setting and I had to stop walking down the sidewalk to cry at the sheer beauty of the colors.I am finding it easier to share how I am feeling about what is happening in my life. I have discovered that it is okay to cry as I share my feelings with my friends and they are feeling better about letting me do it. I am constantly surprised by others reactions to the changes in me. For the most part the reaction has been positive. A few are frightened by what I view as progress in my personal journey. They seem shocked and uneasy with the idea of my being candid about my life with them. One day in an effort ...
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A Shift in Focus
2006-12-05 14:34:00
I have been remarkable busy at work. While you may not think so, real estate is really a seasonal business. Spring is approaching and everyone will feel like making a change. It’s time to make the big push, nab those new apartments to sell and coddle buyers so they remember that I’m their gal when it’s time to buy. I am working weekends and preparing for a sales convention out of town. I try to forget the fire burning within my body but it cannot be done. I find myself killing time at a quiet open house by reading a book recommended by The Bartender. He still calls me regularly. I try to resist but it’s hard with the constant reminders he delivers. On the eve of my business trip I can resist no more. I agree to let The Bartender come over for one last romp. I am undeterred and press him to explain himself. What is it he wants? Why won’t he leave me be? Is he really surprised by my growing feelings in response to his attentions? He has nothing to say. He is sudde...
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Unwanted Attentions
2006-12-02 01:10:00
What’s a girl to do? I seem to be emitting pheromones that alert men of all ages to my situation. I have no control over my body. Walking down the street men turn heads and smile. I go to a diner slovenly dressed and with no make-up on, yet men glance in my direction and wink waiting for my response. Can they really know how I feel? Are they merely responding to the residual heat emitting from my body because of the rapid succession of hot flashes? I am as they say in a pickle. I do not want to call The Bartender. The thought of Uncle Fester is just too much to think about. I focus on my upcoming date with Senior Man. His photo is quite handsome and I am hopeful for some kind of relief.Senior Man has arranged for us to meet at a lovely mid-town restaurant that I’ve been dying to try. I spend quite a bit of time deciding what to wear. Showing up naked would make my intent for the evening clear, but perhaps a bit too direct. I decide to wear a skirt. I seldom show my...
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My Body is On Fire
2006-11-29 06:11:00
The hot flashes continue. The waves of heat rippling through my body only serve as a reminder that my body and soul ache for a man. I seem to have a need for male contact, a need for sex that is more than just a passing fancy. Do other menopausal women experience this same blind lust? My libido seems to be epic in size. I constantly contemplate the male form. I miss The Bartender, but know that I shouldn’t even consider him as an option for my relief. I briefly consider the idea of casual sex – sex for the sake of sex – but realize that I am not cut out for it. I don’t want to put my fire out. I want to find someone who can keep it burning. I want someone who will fan the flames so that they never go out. I can’t explain exactly what I’m looking for but feel sure I’ll recognize him – the man who welcomes my tears and breathes in life from my laughter. At the same time, I’m afraid that person doesn’t exist, that I’ve been alone for so long that my fan...
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Uncle Fester
2006-11-27 20:10:00
While I am trying to forget The Bartender by having cybersex with this young man I receive a charming e-mail from someone new. This new man regales me with terrible blind date stories that have me in fits of laughter. He has just signed up so he has yet to put a photo on line. In spite of that, I was completely won over by his humor. He admits to looking like Uncle Fest er on the Addams Family. I am undeterred. I decide to meet him at my favorite coffee shop. Surely the waitress there has missed me. I’m also quite sure that she and I will both be amused by this particular meeting.I arrive at the coffee shop a little early to settle in and prepare myself for the possibility of having coffee with Uncle Fester. I begin to feel a little apprehensive about the fact that there is no liquor available at this establishment. I don’t actually notice when Fester first enters the coffee shop. What I notice is the surprised look on the waitress’ face. It’s not a look of concer...
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Naughty Boy
2006-11-25 01:21:00
While I am exchanging e-mail with my charming and age-appropriate man, another man sends me an e-mail – yet another young man in search of his Mrs. Robinson. This feels like an epidemic! How can so many young men have the same fantasy? I discuss this issue at length with my girlfriends. We are amazed. How can our bodies, ravaged by gravity and sprouting unwanted hair, be the source of a young man’s fantasy? We are surprised but decide that it’s best not to question something so lovely. This young and Naught y Boy doesn’t send an e-mail but starts with an instant message. Still experiencing difficulty with multitasking I actually miss the first one and send him a thank you note. Imagine. I think that a young man attempting to send an instant message to a strange older woman in the middle of the night expects a thank you note. Sometimes I amuse myself and I laugh out loud at what I have done.The following night, the moment I log on he sends me another instant message....

Moving On
2006-11-22 15:48:00
I am sure that I have no more tears to shed. It is time to move on. I log on to the internet and begin to peruse the websites once again. One day while recovering from the man-brow incident I receive an e-mail from yet another dating service. There are dating services for everyone. I can’t believe there are so many of them! I am more than curious. This one caters to senior citizens. I decide that it is a sign. Perhaps I should be dating someone with giant wiry brows to rival my own. I log on and sign up. It can’t possibly be crazier than any other site I’ve visited. I wonder if it will be filled with senior citizens, if I will I be the youngster on-line this time.I nervously await e-mail from AARP members. And then, there it is. I take a deep yoga breath, open my eyes and open the e-mail. The first communication I receive is from a 44 year old man. Unbelievable. I never expected that my elderly suitor would be younger than me. Senior Man is thoughtful and sends ...
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My Valentine
2006-11-20 19:18:00
Over the next two weeks The Bartender continues to call me on a daily basis. I am more than happy to hear from him but it is keeping me from moving on. I tell him that it is just too difficult. He must stop. I cannot talk to him any longer. Days pass and he does not call. It takes every fiber of my being not to call him. I know that Vale nti ne ’s Day is approaching. If he calls I’ll be distraught. If he doesn’t call I’ll be more distraught. The day arrives and I know that I must keep myself busy. I wake up and before I am even dressed I have begun to work and am so focused that when the phone rings I answer it without even looking to see who is calling. It is The Bartender. I am happy and sad at the same time. He calls me his Valentin e. He asks if he can bring me flowers. I muster all of my strength. I intend to tell him that I am happy he called but the answer is no. I am sure that the word no is forming on my lips. What comes out of my mouth is yes. I rush ...
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Unfinished Business
2006-11-19 13:41:00
The Bartender provided enough distraction to interrupt at least two rounds of dating. It’s no one’s fault but my own. I should have powered though and not permitted my infatuation with a man, who I must admit I knew was unavailable, to interrupt my musings. I think I’ll just start fresh. Start a new round. See if I can impress upon my friends to help find men who do not reside in cyberspace.In realizing the flaws in my unfinished business with rounds past I have discovered during my quest for a relationship, that I too am flawed, that I have made bad choices, that I have been unlucky in love. I am also more than lucky. I am surrounded by people who will love me forever, people who recognize my flaws even though I am unable to admit that they exist. I realize that it is not the same as having a life partner, but the value of the love of friends cannot be dismissed. They have helped to teach me to believe that it is possible to love and trust someone else as much as they...
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Old-Man Brows and Other Hair Sorrows
2006-11-18 08:07:00
I have had enough of being maudlin. I need a distraction and am happy to make plans for a date with an Accountant/Film Maker. As I prepare for my date I struggle with how to put on mascara while wearing reading glasses. As I peer in the mirror, there it is. A stray old-man-hair is sprouting from my brow. One of those long and wiry hairs you see growing from old men’s brows that tangle together and form a shelf protecting their faces from the rain. Nothing can tame it. I try water. I try brushing it. I try styling gel. As a last resort I try trimming it. Nothing works. It sticks straight out and is now nearly lethal in its shortened state. I could actually put out someone’s eye with it! I decide that, in spite of the fact I could leave a bald spot in the middle of my brow, it should be removed. I fill in the bald spot with pencil and still meet the Accountant/Film Maker for a smart cocktail. He may have been charming but it didn’t matter. I drank a martini and ...
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