My whole goal with going to this site is to meet someone with who I can relate to, laugh with, share with and grow with. Not an easy task given the world we live in. It is such a disposable society that it is hard to meet real good people. Living in So. Fla for the last 4 years, it is a deep contrast to NYC where I lived for 25years.
I have made mistakes in my life and have learned from them. Both in business and in life so one could say I have earned my stripes. I love to laugh and have realized that we are only here a short time. I have been lucky to have interacted w/ some great people and have also lost family members of who I dearly miss.
For a long time I traded bonds on Wall Street but have come to So. Fla to start a clothing line. It was a line of Sexy Tops for women that I wanted to be competition with BeBe but the economy made me put that dream on hold. I now have a great position in an Account Director in an Advertising and Web Design Firm. I am very excited about my professional future.
Presently I live near the water and enjoy the outdoors. I love to cook and spending quiet moments with someone where I can have a conversation about anything and not be judged. Such a tall order but who knows. Maybe that person exists.
Single at this point in my life is something I would have never guessed. So I would like to meet someone with similar qualities as mine. Love of family, sincerity, compassion, warmth, unselfishness, sense of humor, confidence, somewhat sensual, healthy, loving and maybe even a little street smart. Too much to ask? Hope not.
So tell me what you think of this memory.
I remember a long time ago when I was growing up that most things happened around the kitchen table. It was the place to “huddle” before the day started and the place where the day’s events were reviewed. It was the place where sheer joy was experienced hearing that we were going to “X” place for vacation that year. It was also the place that was “Purgatory” while waiting for Dad to come home when I was in trouble. That happened more than I care to remember.
The Kitchen table was where I would hang out later in my 20’s when visiting “home” and others in the neighborhood would come by and share stories of triumphs and failures. It was also the place where those “stories” would become bigger than life as the years ran on.
It was Saturday morning and Dad cooking bfast (he was not that bad). It was also where the kids “had to” eat because the Dining room table had the adults. It was where I tried to hide the vegetables under my plate faking my Mom out, or so I thought. It was also the place where high school girl friends hung out while our lunches were packed prior to going on a day trip some non descript Saturday.
In closing, my friends wonder why I ask to have take-out pizza when I visit them at their home w/ their kids. Well it is because no one I know eats Pizza in their Dining Room. That’s right. They eat it at the kitchen table. I guess it is my way of re living some times gone by that have cherished memories. What is your favorite memory? Think about it. I am sure you will have more than one.