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whilst being converted into embracing the lifestyle of learning how to be single and still hold onto my fortitude by keeping my moral fiber as a single person, plus necessitate therapeutic and diversions’ from my divorced by going out and working hard, this helped me to heal and look for rainbows again.. I constantly had tons of girlfriends, I appreciated getting dressed up for our Wednesdays night at Remick’s; the after work crowd in and around the Newport Beach area, Remick’s was across from the John Wayne Airport. Remick’s was located upstairs, when you would walk in, you would see a huge oval bar in the center, in one corner was a Baby Grand Piano, no dance floor, the area had many tall tables, and an outside patio.
A large variety of our group of friend have maintained and established good friendships over an episode of years, all divorced and wealthy, I was wealthy when I was married, nevertheless; now single, I took the world on at 35 years old with nothing. I was the only one that worked, therefore on Wednesday we would get down to Remick's about 3:00 and. though I varied my time; presented my time in relation to work. It so happened that I was working for Disneyland throughout this time span, and I constantly arrived in my work suits, everyone else was a fashion show and checking out each other's outfits. Our group became half or more of our friends that hung out at Remick’s. It was great fun….
Satisfactory, dating for me was significant and remarkable; since we all knew each other, and we knew each others friends and on and on. In this part of the country people are really different then any place I have ever been. I was raised in Southern California and the spirited games and system in meeting men/women are; for the duration of my existed time; this is in relation to the years; 1982 up until 1992. Then I moved to Cripple Creek Colorado. My cluster of friends they are accordingly awesome, I loved my friends, and we would see each other during the week-ends, no fighting, no weird stuff, good clean fun.
Still, on the other hand, there were times; I believe this is a strange dating ritual, keep in mind I existed with serious PDST commencing after the kidnapping, in the single world I would be deemed as a disadvantaged person; in this moment my fears that all men have a hidden agendas; I was sick, scared and in the fear mode; I may perhaps think they all are thinking,” she sure is a beauty, but dumb as a rock, hell she believes all my bull, and all I want is one night with that”…These people believe in “every man for himself.” By meeting a nice person, that would be me, this is a weakness. None of my friends were interested in talking and having fun together, they were on the prowl, getting drunk and whilst conversation with them, you don’t catch eye contact; their eyes are darting all around the room while you’re trying to talk to them. Hay I have no judgment in this matter, it is simply a fact
While one night in our large groups of the coolest men, many from England and several others whilst delightful guys, a few of them owed a private detective agency.
We describe them as our bobby’s as they were detective for the UK police; I felt so safe with them, protected made it fun to go out... And, then about twelve of us girls, the groups age range was mid thirty to mid forties, pretty, sharp, classy and chic. I was working so hard and my friend, the bartender; Don would make my special drink, 7-up with a splash of coke to give color. When men would buy me drinks.
However one night, the usual everyone is looking for a date for Saturday night, singles go out on Friday’s late. But, Saturday you must have a date. I don’t know how or who designed this set of dating rules…Finally, one by one the girls would come back after dancing or roaming around and say “I have a date for Saturday, I’m so excited” Such dim-witted mating game, I call it the way I see it....
I loved visiting with my friends, yet I was never nice to strangers that tried to move in. Again, I was still traumatized after the revolting night. I hold to reflect on the subject of my behavior, and I am convinced it changed me after the kidnapping, and I still am in fear. I left the bar to head home, it was nice, and I needed to be alone to think. I turned right on MacArthur Blvd bearing south to return home to the beach. I am familiar with this undisturbed short cut, I would traverse all the back roads and around this large lake, this provided me time to question what is relevant in MY life.
I posses fondness for my group of friend, save for NO intimately. I was awkward with new people, the game, my friends go out and talk to some guy for a small amount of hours then she walks unsteadily to our table and broadcasts to us that she is leaving with this strange new guy, she avoids eye contact with me; I consider this behavior as dangerous; I am known to be startled and demand to see his two picture ID’s and will write everything down. Now, let’s stroll back to my question, regarding this or any other thought. Does it serve you to hold that? In terms of Who You Are and Who You seek to be, does that thought serve you? The thought I hold is killing me and yet it was to turmeric and affected me grievously.
Actually, it was my birthday that night and the exact time of your birth, this time belongs to you; this is YOUR personal New Years Eve. as a result I parked the car on a pulled turn off, to see the ocean and each wave told me a story. The rhythms change with time or storms or rain, and fog. Tonight at 8:25 I must say my special wish for the New Year. This I will do, and in two days, again another birthday coming.
I was contemplating about the world, looking at the world straight away that is the question everyone must ask. Does it serve us to hold this thought? I observed this: there are people – indeed, entire groups of people just like me and my wonderful and crazy friends. Who have been born into what we consider and we call disadvantages, shortcoming, weaknesses, and hardships. This is observably true, right?
However, if you look at it on a higher level, it is believed that because we were all born into the same disadvantages’ and with all the same tools to work with, so each person can create a good life, and they can choose from the same circumstances needed to accomplish what they wish to accomplish. I can’t accept this theory as I came from a home that no person would choose to grow up in, then in-counted other dangers. Therefore we seem to each have experiences in our life that makes us all different as we grow older…
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Now there is a point behind this rederick, nevertheless, the bottom line is everything we say and do in our life, and as well as everything you think, is a reflection of what you’ve decided about yourself; it’s like putting up a neon sign that shines loud and bright, this is a statement you are making of who you are, this is who you decided to be.
I am struggling to wind this article up, we all dislike long articles, because at the time I came to these connections here on Earth I realize this is the only reason we are here!!! Period…There are no other agenda’s for the soul. You are only seeking to be and to experience who you really are; to create that, you are then creating yourself anew in every moment of now. With the same thought milieu if you meet a person in your world, and appears to you as this person seems to be disadvantaged, the first question you ask to yourself is; who am I and who do I choose to be, in relationship to that? In other-words, the first question when you encounter another in any circumstance you should always be; what do I want here? Not what does the other person what here?
Finally, if you go into any relationship with what do they need and want, you will resent that person in the long run and blame them because you have lost who you are. And remember this; this is the only purpose for your soul is seeking for who you are and stay true to that. Love & Peace
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