Well, so far my divorce is going much better than my marriage. My H signed a lease on an apartment last night and he is moving out this weekend. We have been thoroughly amicable and even in mutually good spirits, joking about splitting the bill for take-out last night and whether my H was obligated to take the trash to the curb one last time.
I visited with my sister after her surgery and she told me that she and her BF were breaking up also. We cracked each other up with recollections from 20 years ago when we were both single and living together and "on the prowl". Her favorite recollection was the time when we got picked up by two frat boy types at a bar and they took us out to a diner afterwards. Two older men were in a nearby booth. One of them sketched a picture of the two of us on a napkin with a funny note that indicated that we should dump the boys we were with and join them instead. She is a Type 4 so her plan for "Our summer of fun that we deserve after having cancer and putting up with my H for 19 years" is that our style should be "super-fem" and we will make the most of the Detroit music scene in order to have fun (My sister has been a working musician. She was the keyboardist for a semi-semi-famous alternative dark metal band when she lived in the Bay area. My baby sister was a filmmaker before she became a lawyer. One of her documentaries won Audience Favorite at a big filmfest. I wish I could link you guys to their stuff on the internet but that would give away my identity.).
So here is my plan to get laid as I have thought it through so far.
Plan A: Hang out with my sister and meet men at social venues in the manner/style that she suggested. I figure this might get me a leather wearing younger guy with tatoos.
Plan B: I belong to a women's book group. Pretty much all the other members are wealthy conservative longtime married women in their late 50s. I shall tell them that I am divorcing and make it clear that I wouldn't mind being set up. I figure this might get me a Dick Cheney type with whom I can freely f*ck for a while without danger of emotional commitment.
Plan C: I live within 50 miles of one of the major brainiac centers of the world. I can just join Match.com or some other similar site and set my range for 50 miles and see who pops up as being a brainiac who likes brainiacs. I figure this will get me some interesting conversation over dinner at least.
Plan D: Let my married sister in Chicago set me up with somebody. She and her H are both super-social people. This is my least appealing option because the time I let this sister set me up with her boyfriend's best friend I had pretty much the worst sex of my life. Our taste in men is not very similar.
"Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?" - Mary Oliver
