One of those Waiting Nights

So, for better or ill, I'm having a go at internet dating again.  To be honest I don't really want to do it, but I feel I'm going stale, chasing fantasies, not of the Absent Father, no, maybe that's the problem, I have moved away from that safe, but so unstable harbour.  Now I am really single. So what happens next?

The Guilty Party

Have you ever done anything wrong?  I know, silly question, but today I am considering guilt and culpability.  Of course, the Absent Father wasn’t the guilty one, according to my solicitor.  Oh no, adultery was a ‘failure of our marriage’ not his fault.  Yes, are your hackles rising too, not his fault, has the world gone mad?  

Memories are Made of This

What do dates mean to you?  Do you remember anniversaries?  I do some and not others.  It’s peculiar what is retained as important for commemorating and equally what is allowed to fade into the shoreline as the waves of time pound steadily over the memories.  Sometimes it’s embarrassing when days you should remember just fail to remain steadfast.  My Ex-In laws both have birthdays that slip right past me.  It could be argued that these dates might well be just the things to consign to the past, but it is awkward as my Mother-in-Law always remembers my birthday and a neat little card arrives promptly for the day.  It seems as if I’m not observing some decent manners through all this, but it’s not like that.  Just the hooks my memory hangs its coats on function for a different purpose than for simple good manners.