JEALOUS...GUESS NOT

          

 When I was writing yesterday’s post, I wondered exactly why that had come up as a topic in my mind. Once finished, I realized it was the result of a conversation at my Driftwood Sculpting class.

          There is a gentleman in the class who was there when I began three or so years ago. He was a week into a new relationship with a woman ten years his senior, i.e., she was 90. That relationship bloomed and they are still together. He mentioned this week that they are going to design “engagement” rings and have them made, but they won’t be getting married. The rings are just something they both want to commemorate their relationship as it is.

          During this discussion, another gentleman was mentioned whose wife had died. Apparently, he’s now dating and is quite happy with the woman that’s come into his life. My driftwood friend hopes these individuals become a couple.

          Then, there’s a good friend whose husband died. She was quite happy being on her own, travelling and enjoying life the way she wanted it to be. I learned some time last summer that she now has a man in her life and he’s wonderful. In fact, they actually went to the same high school and graduated the same year.

I have to admit there was a part of me that was/is hugely jealous of these individuals and their “new” relationships. I, too, would like to have someone in my life; but at the same time, I don’t want the bother of developing a liaison and going through all the various ways in which I, and he, would have to learn to communicate and compromise.

          There’s also the fact that in the small circle I travel, available men are few and far between. There hasn’t been a single one that’s caught my eye since John passed. And I know, how can I possibly be so picky at my age…but I am.

          So, I guess having grass green eyes when it comes to new relationships for other friends will just have to be the norm for me. Of course, I should never say never because who knows what’s waiting around the corner. Seriously, though, I doubt there will ever be a new man in my life. Kuma and I will soldier on.