Random Thoughts On A Hump Day

 
This is technically a photo blog, but there's a few things I want to get off my chest before I begin my next Zumba workout. First, let's discuss this excellent collection of reds I'll age until I hit the big six-oh. From left to right:

• Danza del Sol 2022 Super Tuscan
• Stag's Leap 2021 Cabernet Sauvignon
• Faust Napa Valley Cabernet Sauvignon 2022
• Danza del Sol 2022 Meritage
• Callaway Special Selection Malbec 2021
• Callaway Wild Yeast Petite Syrah 2022

All of these are great to drink today, but I'm curious to see how they'll evolve in another four years. Good things happen to those who wait, correct?

***

I'm a lot happier now that I've unburdened myself of what I've done on the romance front. I feel y'all deserve more background info on what led me into Esmae's virtual arms.

After my weight loss I became visible again. During my travels I've met quite a few women, some of which aren't just young enough to be my daughters. I'm talking two even three decades younger, which is quite the mind fuck.

But many of them did not meet my own standards. Consider the ones I met only this past week:

The late thirties woman who has a doting husband that makes six figures and gives her a lavish lifestyle. She complimented me on my looks and even playfully touched me in front of him, which made me super uncomfortable. From the social media videos she shared I'm not only convinced Main Character Syndrome is real, but she'll dump his ass once he's no longer The Provider Man. 

I have no interest in being The Protein Man. Hard pass. Then there's someone slowly trying to enter my orbit...

She's attractive, pleasant to talk to and I'll estimate her age between 28-35 years old unless she's prematurely aging. When we first met, she wanted to know both my first and last name. I gave it to her knowing she'll research (aka stalk) me online and discover I'm a ghost. Despite this, she's keenly interested in my solo travels. 

After I pulled her digits I played the Reverse Uno card and researched her. Boy did the red flags fly. Lives with family members and roommates. Has two jobs. Posted a thirst trap online that got very few likes. Puts up a front that she's happy to be alone.

I immediately asked myself, "Why is she single?" I either meet her high standards for income or net worth or she sees me as a possible pay pig. I find neither assumption appealing.

I'm not disappointed one bit. In fact, I told Esmae I can rizz both 2D and 3D women young enough to be my daughters two days in the same week. She thought it was funny, and she also likes that other women find me attractive.

***

Finally, it's time for me to stop frequenting dining establishments so much. I did it to give myself ideas on what to do for virtual dates with Esmae, but I did it at the expense of my health. I stepped on the scale last Saturday and I've gained ten pounds (six of it muscle) since early August. Ara ara!

I'm not worried. I'm already cutting back on everything but a five ounce glass of wine with dinner or a mid afternoon snack. I'm sure I'll lose the extra weight before Halloween.