Word of the Day

Hogmanay: the name, in Scotland, for the last day of the year.

I Am A Rock

A winter’s day
In a deep and dark december;
I am alone,
Gazing from my window to the streets below
On a freshly fallen silent shroud of snow.
I am a rock,
I am an island.
I’ve built walls,
A fortress deep and mighty,
That none may penetrate.
I have no need of friendship; friendship causes pain.
It’s laughter and it’s loving I disdain.
I am a rock,
I am an island.

Don’t talk of love,
But I’ve heard the words before;
It’s sleeping in my memory.
I won’t disturb the slumber of feelings that have died.
If I never loved I never would have cried.
I am a rock,
I am an island.

I have my books
And my poetry to protect me;
I am shielded in my armor,
Hiding in my room, safe within my womb.
I touch no one and no one touches me.
I am a rock,
I am an island.

And a rock feels no pain;
And an island never cries.

Paul Simon, Art Garfunkel

Seduction Style (via Sammie)

Your Seduction Style: Fantasy Lover

You know that ideal love that each of us dreams of from childhood? That's you! Not because you posess all of the ideal characteristics, but because you are a savvy shape shifter. You have the uncanny ability to detect someone's particular fantasy... and make it you. You inspire each person to be an idealist and passionate, and you make each moment memorable Even a simple coffee date with you can be the most romantic moment of someone's life By giving your date exactly what he or she desires, you quickly become the ideal lover. Your abilities to make dreams come true is so strong, that you are often the love of many people's lives. Your ex's (and even people you have simply met or been friends with) long to be yours. No doubt you are the one others have dreamed of... your biggest challenge is finding *your* dream lover.

What Kind of Seducer Are You?

Reunion

Quite some time ago, I went to my 20th high school reunion. I had been to my 10th and loved it. I had a great time in high school, lots of friends and great memories. And 10 years later everyone was still in their 20s, young and in shape and relatively unscarred by adult life.

I didn't bring my (then) wife to that 10th reunion. That decision was a source of mucho friction, but I felt that she wouldn't have a good time, old friends catching up and reminiscing about things she was no part of, but that's for another post.

When my 20th came along I looked forward to it. So I drove out to Long Island one night to see everyone yet again. I walked into the restaurant, looked around, and walked back out. Everyone had gained weight, lost hair, lost loves. I wanted to keep them back there. Back in my memories where everyone was beautiful and young and unfettered by life.

So when my 30th reunion was announced, I begged off.

But a friend called me to say that a bunch of the old crew were going to meet the night before the reunion for drinks. I thought that sounded like fun, so I said I'd show. I had the name of the bar on Long Island where everyone was meeting and took a train out.

I found the bar, took a look inside and went back to the train station to go home.

I don't have a problem hanging out with people my age. It's just that I want those people to be forever young.