Songs in my Head

This song has been stuck in my head for a couple of weeks. No brain surgery needed to figure out why. Another man with nice boots is corresponding with me on Match. I know about his boots because he posted a picture of his feet kicked back in red dirt somewhere out west.



Listening to the song, it's easy to understand why people in my demographic often want to avoid relationships.  Having babies is behind us, but certain expectations and patterns linger no matter how evolved we may have become.

Fortunately, I've finally reached a place where it's much easier to appreciate someone else's perspective.  Or maybe it's that I've quit interpreting neutral situations as evidence that there's something wrong with me.  And I sure don't think that if I were better somehow I'd have a boyfriend.

It's just that getting involved with another person when you're perfectly content on your own is a tricky proposition. I like having my time, space and resources entirely at my own discretion, and I need a lot of time and space to rest after interacting with other people even when I've been having nothing but fun.  I'm not even sure I want somebody completely involved in my life, and I am especially skeptical about living with someone in the same house full time ever again as long as I live, unless it's a very big house.

Or two little houses on a very big property.

Ventura Highway has been stuck in my head too.


No telling what to make of that - but it could have something to do with a free wind blowing through my hair.