The Good, the Bad & the Semi-Literate

I’ve taken up rock climbing. One of the things I wanted to do (post-divorce) was try new things. So much of being a couple felt restrictive in the sense that there was this pressure to do things together and if the things I was interested in were not of interest to my partner, they would fall to the wayside in favor of things that were more appealing to my other half. I met a friend who is into rock climbing and I have been going with her. Learning how to belay (ie. Hold the rope for someone else while they climb and ensure they don’t die). Taking classes at a very diversity friendly gym and really just enjoying learning to use my body in a new way. This is where most of my mental energy has diverted to and thus, less dating thoughts and more thoughts about that. Also looking into self-defense classes so that when I do start dating I won’t need to carry a weapon because I’ll be the fucking weapon.   The rest of my time is spent reading thriller novels. Voracious reader over here. Also

  Another one bites the dust.     Mr. "Call Me Small" blocked me after I countered his assertion that the gender pay gap doesn’t exist. While I understand his desire to state that “Wal-mart and Target have proven that the gender pay gap is over exaggerated and the difference in pay is only 8 cents”, I felt the need to inform him of the census data that stated that as a black women, I am actually only making 70 cents for every white man’s dollar. I suspect this hurt his feelings. You would think a man who wants me to lament extensively about how disappointing his manhood is would have tougher skin. Guess not. Shrug. Gotta love it when a bitch exits himself. C’est la vie.    When I initially started online dating, I was having decent conversation with this one 33 yr old. Seemed fine. Told him I couldn’t meet for a while and he kept on saying things like, “Hey, wanna meet me for coffee this afternoon?” sigh. Why are the men still fuckin deaf? And in my old age, all I hear is the

So.... I'm getting divorced. Take a beat. Process it real quick.  Takeaways are: I'm fine. I'm happy. All is well. But now I'm back to “dating” and I got on the apps pretty quickly. Needed to find out if the men were still out there doing men ass shit.  They fuckin are. They are out there and horny as ever. Strange Man: Hi. How are you? Me: Well. How are you? SM: Horny. Well fuck.  Buy a girl a drink first. Really just no warm up or warning. Same bullshit, different day. So as I go back into dating, I have to define what I am looking for and who I am. I’ve learned that while I don’t consider myself a sapiosexual, I need intelligence. I’m not interested in people who cannot banter. I don’t want to rely on one person to fill all my needs either.  That’s a lot to ask of one person and I like variety. I’m interested in seeking out pleasure and connections, wherever that should take me. As some of you know, I moved to Maine. What Maine is low on is black people. And I’m not