Visiting Friends (and other ramblery)

Now and then I feel as though I might have accidentally learned something. This time it's use of the term "visiting friends." I think sometimes it actually means "visiting long-distance boyfriend / girlfriend but I don't want to tell you that." Makes sense to me. I should learn.

"I'm going to Phoenix weekend after next to visit friends."

That definitely has a more inclusive sound to it than "going to snuggle with my Arizona sweetheart."

Month or so ago, had one of those rare random cutemeets in the cafeteria, and it sort of stayed on my mind since. Today, there she was, we recognized each other, had a nice chat. She's going to Portland this weekend, visiting friends. And of course, yeah, could be. Or, really just visiting one. It's nothing to me, I just like suddenly waking up to realize she might have a special friend up there and chose the phrase so as to not put me off the scent. I like that idea: Involved, and also interested in me. Someone with that attitude is bound to be more fun and less pressure than someone awaiting true love.

I am not talking about anyone in particular! *glare* I am just struck sometimes by all the dating website profiles I see where the women totally undermine their chances (imho) with announcements they are looking for the one great love or perfect man or what all. That plus the confusion that seems to reign in the real world when new acquaintances find themselves dancing around the truth so as to communicate availability despite being a little bit happily busy.

Busy is better than not. So long as you really like your business partner.

(We could have a side discussion at this point about people who've come, often with great difficulty, to understand themselves and their needs and simply will not settle for less than one good solid love interest. That is fully legitimate and for all I know may be the space I am in too after a couple three more years of this alternatively exhilarating and heart-rending post-marital multi-partner lifestyle. But that's a side discussion at most, cuz, well, this blog's about me, now.)

(Indeed, that's where a certain woman I still like (and miss) and whom I wrote about is at now ... and, in her way, sort of waiting for me, I think, to possibly come around. Will be a long wait.)

So a few years ago I was on a biz trip to Portland and my seatmate was an extraordinarily fine young woman who was going up to visit friends and party and so on, and her boss down here was a very nice man who let her go where and when she would, and after one drink she fell asleep with her head on my shoulder, and I was a frustrated family man with an unduly active imagination and could just imagine what sorts of "friends" she was "visiting" and wondered if her nap was a subtle invitation to add myself to her schedule. But I had neither the time nor the cash to follow that line of thought ...