Author: Mies

Yikes, I haven’t been at this for very long yet, but I think I’ve reached my first writers block moment ! I can’t entirely blame myself though…it’s the people around me that have caused it. (Ha, isn’t it fun to blame others in cases like these ?! ;-))

I hosted a Mexican dinner party the other night…chili con carne, corona beers with lime, tortillas, guacamole, the works…and the first thing I noticed was that no one dared to share a thought, or speak their mind much, afraid that it might be ‘printed and published’ online by yours truly ! I’m presuming of course…although my sixth sense never lets me down.

Thing is…if you guys start shutting down, well, then there won’t be any vida loca stories left to write or tell ! You see, you’re my living fun factory !

Thank goodness for alcohol in these cases…..just pour enough into a person and the mouth starts moving and producing sounds again.

Speaking of alcohol-driven-speech….I have a friend who, when sober, is difficult to understand, but when he’s had a few drinks…he completely loses me in translation. I didn’t have the heart to tell him at first, but after a few encounters at our local bar and me just trying to nod at the right times, laugh when I presumed appropriate and appearing shocked or surprised when it seemed necessary, even though for the past 4 hours I had not understood a word of what he’d said to me…. I decided it would be kinder to just tell him, so in all honesty I have done so. I am happy to report that we are still friends, and I am now becoming a master at deciphering his ‘native’ tongue.

Mexican night turned into an evening of so much laughter, that I am wondering whether I should tape my face at night, to get rid of all the laugh-wrinkels I seem to be getting by the day. Botox can only do so much and I seem to be laughing so often that my face is starting to show serious signs of a happy life !

For those of you who have only met me in the past few years, you should know that I used to be a very different person. I think I was just fun-factored-out-of-life. Everything and anything seemed difficult, annoying and very tiring. And I used to blame others for my own misery. Afterall, it couldn’t jolly well be ME that was making my own life so miserable, could it?!

Thank goodness for shitty tough times in life, because if it weren’t for those, I don’t think I would have ever woken up to smell the coffee !! (And yes, coffee does smell sooooo good at times !!)

From then on it was easy…my motto was to enjoy life to the fullest. We’re only here once, and we have no idea for how long….reality truly hit me.

That’s when happy-party-coffee-drinking-sociable-fun-loving-men-craving-outrageous-acting ME was born !! I started Living my Vida Loca!!

Nothing to do with abusive alcohol consumption by the way !  😉 Just an honest desire to always look on the bright side of life !

Point is ….it doesn’t quite matter how you do it, just enjoy life as it comes, pick out the best moments which are always highlighted by the worst, and live from the heart.

I guess it just goes to show that everytime I think I won’t have anything to say…I still fill a page with useless, yet entertaining bullshit master pieces !!! 😉

To many of you this may sound very odd and maybe even slightly shocking, but I have noticed that my ‘vida loca’ is not only frequently read and followed online by hard core fans, (yes, I actually have some ‘fans’).
In ‘real’ life I’ve aquired the undivided attention of a few pre-teenage youngsters. Their concern for my ‘date quest’ is undoubtedly one of the truest and purest  forms of curiosity around.

Every Wednesday afternoon, as I have mentioned before in my blogs, I am at the local fieldhockey club. And for the past few weeks, I have noticed that I have been getting a greater number of very devoted ‘followers’ …I sit on the bench outside, mostly trying to enjoy the sun and company of friends, yet also sharing my weeks adventures or dilemmas. A group of girls aged around 9 and 10, slowly started ‘evesdropping’ on my conversations, and by now they see me coming…. rush over to my table to join me and they listen to me with great interest….all-ears-and-chins-on-hands-elbows-on-the-table. They join in once in a while with their own comments and opinions.. so too, happened last week when I was looking for a date to take to the Ball. The girls suggested hanging up posters around the clubhouse, paying someone (to me this seemed a bit over the top, but the girls seemed to think nothing of it..), and one of them even offered me her dad…(although, she rightly thought it may not be appropriate as he is married to her mom ! ;-)).

I have tried to ‘shoo’ these girls away on many occasions, as I feel that this may be too complicated a topic for them, but it seems that they have been briefed very well, on our current social values these days ! I am often approached by them, only to be asked ….’have you found someone yet ?!’ or……’did you have a good time at the Ball’ ? It is utterly sweet, yet somewhat eerie that I am now becoming a kind of  ‘dating-basket-case’ for these young apprentices!!

I have, of course tried to inform the girls’ parents of their keen interest in me and my ‘sagas’ but they don’t seem to mind, so I continue to ‘educate’ the girls with my newly acquired knowledge of men, dating and all else that is of importance when one is searching for Mr. Right.

This last week for example I attempted to point out to them that, what one must look for in a man should firstly be ‘hunky doriness’. (Yes….I’m shallow and superficial…so what !?!). His looks are important, not necessarily to anyone else, but certainly to you !

So, to put this into practice we found ourselves a target ‘hunky dory’ guy and observed….

I guess this lesson was a little too soon or complex for the girls, as they migrated away. Which left single-mom-me and one of my best friends infatuated with the chosen ‘hunky dory’ guy! Giggling away like teeange girls and discussing the pro’s and con’s of a relationship with such a guy, was just the beginning of an afternoon of great joy ! We went for ‘looks’ and ‘sex-appeal’ but I’m afraid there is the issue of him being far too young and us being far too old to drool over him …. ok, it’s not a great a gap as Demi and Ashton, (yes the famous Hollywood stars….) but still….I don’t look like Demi and the hunky dory guy…well, he is a version of Ashton in my Wednesday-afternoon-vida-loca perception 😉 !

I have since then been laughed at, encouraged and totally declared insane for even daring to think about Mr. Hunky Dory in such a way. There is of course the slight ‘problem’ that Mr. Hunky Dory has no idea I even sit and drool over him, (and with me enough other girlfriends I might add !!! as I am not the only midlife drooler out there ! ). The fact that this is a totally one sided ‘fantasy’…. for there is understandably no way in the world Mr. Hunky Dory would even consider taking a peek at me, makes this an even more unlikely lopsided case!!

So, for next weeks session with my pre-teenage fans, I have decided I will educate them about what to do when after 4 years of solitude one becomes so desperate as to start drooling over a much-too young-unreachable-good-looking guy…. and yes, I think I will have to do quite some research on this topic, as I seem to be stuck between a rock and a hard place on this one.

Like last time, it seems wise to start off our weekly session asking the girls to suggest what one should do when one finds oneself in such an unlikely yet wishful situation. …and maybe, just maybe….they will surprise me yet again, and give me the best advice available on this temporary infatuation of mine. 😉

If not..I will have had to come up with my own theories on this, and for now, I’m afraid I have none. Just wishful thinking….;-)

OUCH….truly getting too old to do the ‘dance-floor-workout’ …..It’s day two after the Ball and I look and walk around like someone who has had both legs amputated and replaced by ‘wooden’ ones….not a pretty sight !!
(With all due respect to those of you who manage to make it look easy coping with such devices !)

Ball was fantastic ! Although the food tasted like airplane platters that had been transported across a few continents before they were served at the table….Yuk !

Start of the night was a chique encounter of mostly ‘grown ups’….all dressed fabulously and those who weren’t ….well….I just won’t mention them ! 😉

After the dj’s made the music and dance introductions, we were treated to a band…and they were absolutely magnificent ! Golden oldies remixed with modern sounds making terrific dance combinations !! Halfway through the evening the ‘young ones’ joined us and they stood there, crowding the dancefloor yet not moving an inch !! Apparently that is really COOL….. !!! 
I received some ‘rolling eyes’, the kind my daughter can give me when she utterly disapproves of me or thinks I am just being ridiculous…I think the ‘looks’ I got from some young girls were meant in exactly that way…then again, they didn’t worry me at all, as one day, I’m sure, they too will get those looks !!! And I say this with ‘rolling eyes’ myself ! 😉

Amidst my tipsy friends, I enjoyed the dancefloor and made a total fool of myself with my  ‘dance workout’ and plain ‘I-don’t-really-care-what-you-think-of-me-movements-‘ !!! (Of course only realising today that my leg muscles are not in shape and therefore killing me now !!) The fact that I had no date, left me as free as a bird…and not feeling ‘stuck’ to anyone in particular, never thought that would be so fulfilling !

Friends started leaving to hit their beds and pillows…yes…we are all getting older…and I deciced to stay and be my single-self !! I must have looked like a total fool, dancing alone, yet having such fun !! A man at the table infront of me, I think, felt so sorry for me that he encouraged  his wife to offer me a glass of their pink champagne !! It was a glorious moment of true emancipation !!  😉

On my way to the ‘ladies room’ I bumped into some very young guys….claiming they knew me and that I had once predicted their future !!! (Must have been my huge gipsy earings that gave me away ! ;-)) I talked to them a little only to get whispered in my ear by a friend that these guys were truly too young for me !! Whatever gave him the impression of any flirting going on ?! I was in no sense capable of such an act that evening. This was made more than clear once I looked at myself in the mirror of the ladies room and saw that my hair was just atrocious !! Out of pure shock I evacuated the dancefloor and left the building !

My Volvo-carriage with built in GPS-man safely got me home as I had predicted and I enjoyed sharing all my night’s tales with him as he always listens and never complains !! 😉