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There is a lot of pressure on folks that are single around the holidays. Once you are over the age of thirty and ya still show up to the family gathering without a partner Uncle Fred and Aunt Ester will be talking about you as soon as ya leave to return home with a tin of cookies. 2020 might be different since we all have seemed to adopt this solitude mentality but I have to admit the decision to not date has it’s benefits.

I was always co-dependent. I had a lot of girlfriends. I had five fiancés. Obviously I didn’t have a problem with commitment. My friends called me “The Diamond Man.” I actually married two of them. Meeting women was never a problem; staying in a relationship was. My last relationship ended October 23, 2011. I remember the Harley ride home when I said I was gonna make a change. I was going to go at least one year without going on a date. I was going to concentrate on fixing myself. Funny thing happened during that year. I liked it so much that I have never turned back.

In the past nine years I have made numerous improvements in my life. I have focused on my therapy and have addressed my narcissism. I have become an excellent cook and I have found strength in my faith. I have returned to my place of birth in preparation for the completion of the Circle of Life. Pretty impressive, huh? Those are the type of changes that sell a lot of books so let me share you some of the other benefits of being a single guy. If you see a strawberry daiquiri on your bar bill ya know it’s not yours. You’ll never find yourself sitting on the couch on a Saturday afternoon with a bowl of Haagen Das watching a Lori Laughlin movie. Don’t laugh….that painful memory still triggers a form of PTSMD. I actually will suffer a slight convulsion when I ponder what “My List” on NETFLIX would look like if I had a female partner.

I don’t have to worry what I am wearing. I actually have one t-shirt for each day of the week. I don’t even bother putting clothes away I just hang it in the laundry room and get dressed in front of the ironing board. The closest I got to having someone hit on my girl was when a drunk guy spilled his Corona on my hand. The bartender solved the problem with a towel and a free drink. That never happened before…..I’m used to the police showing up and having to arrange for a ride home. You’ll find THOSE stories in the book I’ll publish once Mother is at peace. Sure it gets lonely at times. I sometimes get jealous seeing a couple together laughing and having a good time. I find it ironic that I finally have become a person that has something to offer yet here I am alone. That’s usually when a moment of levity happens. I’ll call a buddy to come over and watch the Browns game and he’ll say he would but he promised his wife he’d put up the Christmas lights before taking her to the apple farm. That’s when I pause, take it all in and exhale. It’s the end of 2020. Truly the perfect time to be alone. 🦾🦾🦾

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I’m fifty-six years old and enjoy being on social media. I have a twitter account, am on Facebook, do a weekly podcast and of course I have my blog that I thank you so much for reading. I mention my age for a reason. I’m not sure of what exactly happens on Facebook but all of a sudden some of my adult friends have been acting like a bad scene from “Beverly Hills 90210.” I understand that these times are tumultuous and people are on edge but why would anyone get angry over the opinion of someone else? If you are confident of YOUR belief then shouldn’t you feel sorry for the person of different opinion?

If you are familiar with Facebook then you are aware of how to drop “friends.” You highlight their profile, click on the mouse a few times and they are now eliminated. It’s quite similar to getting a ride home from Aaron Hernandez. Facebook teaches you a lot about who your “true” friends are. One weekend, as a kid, my father was in the basement saying “fuck” a lot. That meant he was working on the washing machine. Dad liked to give life advice while he was doing this so I made my way into the utility room. Within five minutes Dad told me; “You watch…later in life you will be able to count your true friends on one hand.” Then he lost his grip on the ratchet and slammed his hand against the agitator and yelled “Son of a Bitch!!!”

A few days ago I was looking at my friends list on Facebook and noticed more than a handful of people had “dropped me as a friend.” I was taken aback at first. I used to work in the radio business for close to thirty years. Some of these folks were colleagues and people that tried to HIRE me. I paused…took a breath…..and thought back to what my dad told me when I was a kid. Then I laughed and said “Son of a Bitch!!”

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