Way out in the Middle of Nowhere

#5 A place you would live but have never visited: Tuscany looks nice, with the exception of all those Italians, LOL. Oh they're probably nice and all that, but I'm not a people person. In reality, any place in the country with a nice view, a good solid home, an outbuilding for my animals and a pond would be dreamy. I often envision my last days living in the valley near my Aunt and Uncle's house up north. It's isolated, and remote. Stash up some supplies for the winter, chop up a forest full of wood and I'd be happy as a clam by myself for the rest of my days til I die. Reality is, Dave's going to go before me due to him being older than me. It's not a comfortable thought, but it is reality. I don't think I'd marry again. As much as men claim to like Old Fashioned women, they like Old Fashioned HOT women and I'm not hot. I'm not even lukewarm. I've got skills, but I'm not hot. onto #6  Someone who fascinates me, and why. ...

This one is 10 interesting things about myself. 1. I'm left handed. When I was little and learning to write, I used to write backwards and from right to left. Apparently Leonardo Da Vinci used to do that and it's called mirror writing. 2. I can speak French, a bit of Spanish and can read sign language. 3. I've never seen line 98℅ of the hottest TV shows going because I just cannot care about reality TV. 4. The only health problems I have is Asthma and crunchy knees. 5. I've got 2 Associate's degrees. Working on my 3rd. 6. I quit smoking in 2008. It was cold turkey. 7. That was the same year I converted to Catholicism. Before then, I was Congregationalist with an upbringing as a Methodist. 8. Of my entire immediate family, I am the only one who would regularly attend church. Even as a child, some Assemblies of God church ran a bus that would pick up kids on Sunday and I would go while everyone else slept. 9. I have a better than average memory. ...

So today is my first kiss and first love.. I honestly don't remember my first kiss. I remember a guy I liked a lot when I was in my early 20's. He was nice, had a good smile and I enjoyed talking with him at work.  One Christmas party, we made out quite a bit and became the talk of the factory for a while. That was the downfall of any relationship we may have wanted. He fell for some chick that was more high maintenance, more pretty, more popular. Problem was that she liked another guy. It's like the all-American youth story ever written. We stayed friends and I hooked up with my son's father... Who promptly left me pregnant, and penniless. The of part about this is when I dream of that job, I am always there trying to find him. In the dream I look down the rows of machines and never find him. After 20 years, I would hope those dreams go away.