Bachelor #4?

Well, my girl didn't have a cow. But I'm just betting she hasn't read this or I would have heard about it by now. This dating thing is interesting. At 45, I haven't ever really dated. Pretty much like Alecto, I'd find someone, usually that I worked with or met somehow, the relationship developed, and bam, there it was. No dating involved.

Hmmmm. How has that worked for me so far? Not so much. Is it the definition of insanity or stupidity that is doing the thing over again and expecting different results? Ok, time to try something new.

First, let's get Bachelor #1 out of the way. He was the first night time match date and way hot. What I liked about him was that he had alot of the same qualities of someone from my past. Alecto would describe 'past guy' as 'passive/aggressive & perpetually unavailable'. But she would also agree that he was way hot. Well, #1 had alot of the positive qualities of 'past guy'. (Beyond the fact that he was way hot.) I'm thinking, cool, this could be good. But, in short time, it was apparent that those same negative things were included in the package.

Phew! I've learned something in the past 13 years. Throw Bachelor #1 back into the ocean. He was fun for a weekend but that's about it.

Last night was #3 and tonight was #4. Both are nice guys and we plan to get together again. #2 is tomorrow night again. #5 is Sunday afternoon. Sunday evening will be with #3 for a second date.

I need a flow chart and diagrams and annotated postings to keep them all straight. This dating thing is as time consuming as looking for a new job!

Date week

Just a head's up for my girl. Yes, you know who you are. I'm warning you in advance you may not want to read this one. You can feel perfectly free to as far as I'm concerned but just giving you the chance to click the close box in case you don't want to have your perfect sensibilities offended.

I spent last night on the phone setting up my week. Bachelor #1 is (uh oh, I'm forgetting already, need a cheat sheet) um, oh yeah, he would be Thursday. Milford guy, meeting for a drink in Monroe. Phew! Bachelor #2 is Bristol guy, meeting for dinner on Friday night in New Haven. Bachelor #3 (who I've met before to go kayaking with) was dinner tonight at his house in my town.

One curious thing - #1 owned several restaurants in his past and really likes to cook. #2 owns a few Wendy's franchises in Vermont & upstate NY. #3 cooked me a really good dinner tonight. I'm going to need to revisit my profile to see if we put something in there that says 'must want to cook for me' ;-)

So, the question is, at 45 years old, am I a slut to have sex on date #2? And even if I am, I've decided I don't care because I like it! It's about time. I feel like it's Sex and the City - but in my Forties. (Sorry my girl, if you read this far, you asked for it.)

Ah. Now need to log on because I see a couple of emails asking if I would like to chat tomorrow night. This is so strange. I am the complete anti-social being who would really prefer to crawl under a rock. But I'm going along with it. Sure as hell is a nice distraction from the crap I'm dealing with at work every day!

MDA Plane Pull 9/18

Wow. Who knew that just a few people, well, a few people plus the recruits we found, could pull a plane. Ours was a rag tag team. We arrived at 9:30am, basically all family and a few friends that my brother and sister-in-law scrounged up. And found ourselves faced with professionals. Yeah. These teams knew what they were doing. They had pre-printed t-shirts from where they worked. They had real corporate sponsors. They spent more time in the gym in one week than I spend commuting in a single month.

We're looking at a few of these teams and all I can say to my my brother was - couldn't you find some men? Like them? Those teams with all men? The burly ones with the muscles and tattoos and shaved heads? There were no women on those teams. And no. Definitely no little kids. I think Team Patrick won the vote for the most little kids on the team. All we kept thinking was, we just didn't want to embarass ourselves. Then a group of girl cheerleaders showed up and all we could say was 'Please don't let them beat our time!' (They didn't. Phew.)

The first couple of seconds out there were scary - we were all thinking - oh no, this sucker isn't going anywhere. But then it was incredible, sheer force and willpower started it moving and then it felt easy. After the 12 feet the pilot put the brakes on and we wanted to keep going - it felt like nothing. Our first pull was 7.6 seconds and the second was 6.5. Or something like that. I'm thinking it was the energy drinks we were chugging in the middle. Liquid Lightening energy drink was a sponsor (my brother works with the owners wife). I don't drink that kind of stuff ever and after two cans I was bouncing in the parking lot. We recruited the Liquid Lightening Girls to help on the pulls. Among others. I think our team will be used as marketing material on the Liquid Lightening website soon.

I think this will become a family event for as long as they have it. The hard part was seeing the kids in wheelchairs and knowing that Patrick will be one of them a few years from now. I'm really happy that he was able to be there for this plane pull and actively participate and hopefully for the next few years to come, to actually pull the plane before that happens. Here's the video clip from fb of the actual 'pull'.

http://www.facebook.com/video/video.php?v=1112160246105

Alrighty then. I'm here. Yes, this is the real Florkow. Not the Alecto-Florkow. What's up with this blogging thing? Who could possibly care to read what is going on in my mind or in my world? (Except my mother, and we're not letting her in here.)

I'm not a writer. My writing these days is limited to the Foreign Corrupt Practices Act. And even more boring - oh yes, the Gifts & Hospitality policy. But I have to say, no one can even imagine the vague nuances of a G&H policy and its' interpretation. It is truly a complex thing. Especially when written by the Germans. In Ginglish.

One thing that does jump to mind is that I do not have girl friends. Nope. Just don't. I have guy friends. Never had girl friends in my life. But you know what? I've found me some. And they're great.  And I like it.

This past weekend camping on the Outer Banks was an amazing thing. Maybe I am capable of having female friends. And you know what? I find them amazing. I can't wait to do it all again.

So. From the Radical Unblogger. Here's the beginning. It's my start. Lord knows what could be said if I really started doing this.

Radical Unblogging - what it is, what it ain't

This is not Florkow, lets start with that. This is Alecto and quite honestly I could be spending this precious little quiet time that I've got stalking hot guys on match.com. Or maybe just returning a couple of the emails that actually seem, um, at least interesting. As an aside, match.com, tread at your own risk. Hey! It's a scary virtual world out there! (and I might just be one of the scarier aspects).

Once again this is turning out to be all about me. Oops. Sorry, Florkow. I already have a blog. Several of them actually. Here's one now (shameless plug coming, cover your eyes and hold your breath and maybe plug up your ears a little too, you never know).

http://alectosophelia.typepad.com/

Ok, where was I? Radical Unblogging. Here comes the spoof part. No wait, I can't. Every time I actually google what I'm about to poke fun at I come up with links that just serve as bad examples so never mind.

So here is Florkow's blog. Florkow does not blog (unless she does, who can know these things for sure?). Florkow has several VERY intimate relationships with other bloggers. One of them is up there (look! up two paragraphs) and the other are:

http://contrarygoddess.blogspot.com/

and:

http://myownlittlechair.wordpress.com/

Florkow has these VERY intimate relationships that started in the blogosphere where Florkow treads only occasionally in the comment section of one very locked up blog. This makes it very difficult to identify Florkow in the public blogs because how do you talk about a couple of people you love and you can link back to their lives but you can only type Florkow without a hyperlink. It's just sad, I tell you, sad.

Florkow doesn't blog. Radically. Florkow radically unblogs. Ask her about it. Maybe she'll say some day. In the mean time we, the periodically active more or less public bloggers have something FINALLY to hyperlink to.

That is all. Good night. Stay tuned just in case. You never know!