We All Make Compromises, But...
We all make compromises.  Well, most of us do.  Life isn't perfect.  Heck, sometimes it isn't even fair. As adults we learn to make the best of what we have (I'm so not a fan of making lemonade out of lemons.  I don't see why I can't appreciate a lemon for what it is.). That said, there are some compromises that I'm not prepared to make, ever.  Not prepared to, nor capable of, quite frankly. For example, I could never continue in a long-term relationship with a man if the sex wasn't good.  I just couldn't.  And yes, I've actually tried.  Great guy, could've fallen for him.  But the sex wasn't there.

Long Trip
I've spent the last 24 hours + in a car with a couple of friends.  Long story on why.  We've already driven through 3 and 1/2 states, soon to be 4.  We're making great time, and having fun (the two giant bags of snack food we bought for the ride have helped to keep us jolly). I'd just like to state for the record that I've never attempted a trip like this with a guy (one that I was romantically linked to).  Nor can I imagine doing so. Perhaps it's just that I have a limited imagination?  Or that I've never had the kind of relationship that was flexible enough to withstand this kind of abuse (3 strong-willed adults in

Public/Private: Drawing Lines
So I'm away this weekend. Well, I'm still away and it's Monday and so it's more of a long weekend.  I tweeted about it on Friday as I dealt with airport chaos, delayed flights and screaming children but have been pretty quiet since then. I'm still not entirely comfortable sharing too many details of my life.  Not here, nor on twitter or facebook.  And truthfully, not even with most of my friends. The number of people who I tell everything to is tiny.  And I kind of like it that way. And, in case you're wondering, there's only ever been one guy who's made it into that group. Usually I keep guys at arms le

Mama's Best Advice
This week's Guy's Story is by Jackie Summers.  I gave his great blog, F*cking in Brooklyn, a shout out earlier this week.  You should check it out.  Today is Sunday and that means it's time for another Guy's Story.  Every Sunday I have

My Worst
I while ago I posted (sorry, I couldn't find the post to reference it) this quote from Marilyn Monroe, "If you can’t handle me at my worst, then you sure as hell don’t deserve me at my best". Poor, dear Marilyn. Anyway, it came to mind yesterday as I was screaming at someone (she earned it) over the phone.  I've been at my worst a lot lately.  A lot.  Lots of bad days.  Things keep going wrong.   Work stuff, health stuff, family stuff.  STRESS has been taking its toll. My worst is pretty hard to handle.  I stop self editting and go a little overboard on the aggression.  I get loud and sometimes even cr