Johnny Rotten said those famous last words at the final concert of The Sex Pistols in San Francisco circa 1978. Today, as Anka took a walk along the Embarcadero and enjoyed the view from the Bay she said the same thing. Yes, she feels utterly cheated. A year ago Anka experienced what was akin to a mental mind warp and as the one aniversary of the event looms, she is sick with grief.
Goodbye. Au Revoir. Auf Wiedersehn. This time it really is Sayonara to a long held hope (when hope is all you have) for love. Captain America was his name. The imaginary man I had envisioned. Sometimes I had a face in mind. Other times he was just a concept. Most of all, he was my hope. Unfortunately, what was my hope was really just a dream or better said, a mirage. Now that I am out of the desert and see clearly once more ... I've written off Captain America. The idea of him kept me company many a night believing we'd meet in person someday.
Every time I see a birth control commercial I want to cry. When I was 19 I was placed on the pill and it was awful. Even the low dose pill didn't work for me. I'd feel nausea and bloating and simply not myself. Eventually I stopped taking the pill and opted for other methods. The thought of a baby equaled a life ruined for me. While I have always wanted children the prospect of motherhood frightened me.
My grandfather was a twin so perhaps I've always been fascinated with them. He had a twin sister but lost her to a tropical illness at age 9. Twins are the subject of studies and interest, whether they are identical or fraternal, because of the bond they seem to share. Stories abound on how twins seem to have their own language and a strong intuitive connection. Whatever the case, twins are still rare, so when they are born it's the subject of much interest.
Life is a paradox. The man who looked like the actor I never got into, fit the bill, and the one who resembled the actor who is my number one, couldn't if he tried. The irony is ... part of me is convinced only Sherlock Holmes can deduce if the former was ever real. Or at least, the mythical Holmes is the only one who could tell me whether Collin Farrell's doppelganger had good intentions or really intended to trick me in a game of emotional target practice.
Divorced men with children are in the “do not touch” category of dating. I wish I read Jonathon Ashlay's in-depth article on the dangers of dating divorced men before I said yes to a date with one. Sure it sounds limiting but divorced single parents should just stick with each other. They are in the same boat and are dealing with the same complexities inherent in their situation. I came to that conclusion in 2008 when my engagement ended.
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