What are you doing New Year's Eve??????

This seems to be the question I've been asked by nearly every man I'm talking to. Whether they are old friends or new acquaintances, the question is the same, "What are you doing New Year's Eve?

Since I don't want to appear too eager for a date, and since I really don't care one way or another, I tell them I have a few options; I'm either babysitting or going to a party.

Now, I'm not really lying because my son usually has a party and I'm sure I could crash it. I also have two grand daughters and I'm sure I could babysit them. I just don't want to commit to anything right now since I'm really hoping to spend that evening with the man I'm casually dating. However, he's in the hospital right now with pneumonia, so it's looking rather doubtful.

I don't know why, but my inbox has been pretty busy lately with new emails from interested men. I don't know if there is a panic the closer it gets to the end of the year or if it's just that I'm looking cute (which is what I'd like to think) but the men are coming out of the woodwork.

Earlier in this dating game, I would have been flattered with all the attention, but now I'm just getting tired of it. I don't know what it's so hard to find a good match, but it is. I have to have the right amount of chemistry, I have to laugh a lot with the person, and I have to be able to have a good conversation and an easiness about myself with them.

With all of the sudden interest in me, I figure it must be due to the holidays. No one must want to be alone. I don't know why, but I'm fine with it. It's all overwhelming to me, so a few days of peaceful tv watching and a little visit here and there is perfect. If I end up spending New Year's alone, it won't be the first time and I'm sure it won't be the last.

The holidays are almost over, so I might as well enjoy the rush of interest while I can. The future may bring a dry spell for me. But then again, there's always Valentine's day!

Why do you want a man?

This is a question that has been asked of me lately. It's usually asked by people who are married and have been so for 20 or 30 years. The conversation usually goes like this....

"So, why do you want to date?" This is asked by the married person. I'll call that person MP

"So I can meet a man and have a nice relationship." Me

"If I were alone, I would really enjoy it." MP

"Well, try being alone most of the time." Me

"If something happened to my husband, I would be a nun and never have sex again." MP. Usually they add the comment that they are so happy they are married.

"Never say never, it's a long time. Besides, I'm not dead." Me

"Do you HAVE to have a man? Can't you just enjoy your life?" MP

"I do enjoy my life. I don't HAVE to have a man. I want a man." Me

"You have girlfriends and family. Can't you just be happy with them?" MP

"Sure and I am happy with them, but they can't give me what a boyfriend can." ME (now I'm starting to get a little irritated and I need to bite my tongue. What I really want to say may offend them.)

Does this sound familiar? These well meaning friends are the same people who only have to roll over in bed and be within two inches of a living, breathing man, yet, I'm supposed to be alone.
Hardly seems fair, does it?

But, it doesn't deter me. Finding a man isn't going to be my life's mission. My life is pretty full. I go to school, I work, I'm an artist, I write. I go places with friends and have lots of interests. If I never meet another man in my life, I'm sure I'll survive. My life, with all of my hobbies and interests, is like an ice cream sundae. A man will be the sprinkles on the top. If we connect and enjoy each other's company and share companionship, then there's the cherry!

I would be lying if I fail to mention that I like being around men. I like the way they smell and the sound of their voices, especially if the voice is deep and clear. I love men who are big and tall, their presence makes me feel more feminine. It's fun to hold hands especially if the hands are clean and strong. Who doesn't like to melt into the strong arms of someone who is keeping you warm or hugging you good night?

Then there is intimacy. Who doesn't love soft whispers and caresses in the dark? There's nothing better than having a loving and exciting sex life! Lover's lane can make all the accessories in the world, but, in my opinion, nothing can replace a man!

So my journey to find a partner begins again. I'll go about this with a sense of humor and adventure and maybe along the way I make new friends and meet a great guy!

Here's a little quote to make you smile...“They keep saying the right person will come along, I think mine got hit by a truck.”

On your mark, get set, Date!

For the past three years I've been writing a creative art blog that chronicles my ideas, art work, motivations, inspirations etc.

I've always read that you should write about what you know, what you are passionate about, and that's just what I've done.

However, I've found myself, at the age of 54, single and back in the dating game. I thought it would be fun to blog about my dating adventures and mishaps. If you are single like me, I hope you can relate. If you are married, be glad and enjoy the stories. I hope to hear dating stories from my readers too. Let's just keep it PG13!

A little bit about me...

I was married for 18 years and when I was 38 my husband fell in love with someone and left me. Simple story, told too many times, and now is ancient history. At the time though, it was an interesting time for me, since I felt like a lamb going to slaughter when I entered the dating arena. I was timid and naive. After a few years though, I remarried at the age of 42.

Ahh, but that was not a happy marriage and once again I found myself divorced at 48. Disgusted at my bad luck in love, I retreated to my house for three years, not dating anyone, not even talking to the opposite sex. I called those years, "the nunnery". Finally, at age 50 I met a nice man and dated him for three years, but alas, that too ended.

So, now at the age of 54 I'm back out in the dating scene, although it's slow...did I mention S..L..O..W..? I am not in any hurry to meet the man of my dreams but I would like to enjoy the journey and, since I know I'm not the only one my age who is going through this, I thought it would be interesting and fun to start this blog.

I will try to be honest, sincere and safe in all of my adventures. I also hope that I can inspire those of you who are a little timid to get out there and date. Trust me, it's like going on a job interview. The job won't come to you, you have to go find it. The more job interviews you go on, the better you are at it.

Why Frumpalicious?

When I thought of all of the different names for this blog, Frumpalicious kept swirling around in my head. Although I'm not entirely frumpy, I'm overweight and far from being a fashion model. I can dress up nicely, but usually it's simple. Black outfits with a bit of cleavage, maybe a simple pair of earrings, etc.

I then saw in the urban dictionary that it is an actual word although it has two definitions. The first is..Someone who is physically frumpy, yet dresses or acts in a way that makes her less frumpy and more appealing. The second definition is..sexy and fantastic. bonable. screwable. pure sex.

Well, I thought I would combine both definitions into one...Someone who is physically frumpy, yet is sexy and fantastic! Frumpalicious! I love it.