Seniors on holidays

Senior Couples on Holiday, Street Cafe

Senior Couples On Holiday Street Cafe(Credit Travel Pictures Ltd;  SuperStock)

I remember just loving that moment; sitting under the morning sun with my best mate Pete seated next to me and my two great friends, James and Lorna totally engrossed in what I was saying.  We were all so happy and relaxed, just as happy as the sun shining all around us.

I can’t remember what I was saying, and I kind of have a vague memory of something to do with my trip down at the markets one morning, where I saw a leather jacket I wanted to buy at a stall and how I tried to bargain a purchase.  The seller was trying hard to get the maximum amount for the jacket and I was trying to bargain the price down.  After a bit of time caught up in the challenge, I honestly felt like I was caught up in a flirt instead of a battle of wits, and as soon as I’d realised this I bailed out and thanked the man for his time; and if looks could kill, holy baloney, I wouldn’t be here to recount this story.  I know.  I’m being dramatic.  He was not impressed.

That morning as we sat under the morning sun, I remember that for some reason, one account lead to another, and before we knew it we ended up having several rounds of tea and coffee.

Our holiday was so much fun.  At least we have the memories now to remember a time when we dared to venture to places we’d never been to before.  It was good to actually do it, rather than just talk about it, as we did for years and years.  What with work, raising a family, and constant obstacles in our way, our holidays never happened.

Finally, we were free from the many responsibilities we had and could enjoy the fruits of our labour.  It’s been a long time coming, and it truly was worth it.  If you can afford to, go and have that holiday you’ve always wanted to have before life takes over again.

It’s been over a year now since we went on our holidays, and we’re already primed up for our next trip.  This time we’re going on a cruise.  Can’t wait!



Why hasn’t he called? You have inspired me!

Michael  and Inessa Garmash - Tutt'Art@ (27)Photo credit: Michael and Inessa Garmash – Ukraina

I wonder if he’s thinking of me.

I’ve been practicing my guitar for hours now, just trying to keep my mind from thinking of him. Why hasn’t he called? I can’t believe the entire weekend has gone and there’s been no word from him. I can’t be the one making the first move, calling him and just about throwing myself at him. My girlfriends say that men love the chase, so I’m hoping they’re right. I can wait. I’m feeling livid though.

We met Friday night. I was out with the girls. We were at a local bar and there was a gig playing loud 70s music. I was dancing away with the girls when suddenly I feel a man’s hands slide on each side of my waistline, and then he spins me around to face him. I couldn’t believe my eyes. God he was gorgeous.  And those amazing blue eyes? To die for. I smiled and he smiled back at me while he grabbed hands and led the dance. It was so much fun.

When the music stopped, he asked me if he could buy me a drink and led the way to the bar still holding my hand. The man wasn’t letting me go. He was really into me. We spoke a fair bit, exchanged information, just like new lovers would, and then we danced some more, and when it was time to go, we exchanged phone numbers. He said he’d call me.

Why hasn’t he called me? It’s Sunday and still nothing. Perhaps it was just a dream? Did it really happen? Was he as handsome and as alluring as I remember him?

Perhaps, I’ll just wait a few more days, and if I don’t hear from him, I might just break the rules and call him instead. I wonder how that would go down. Would he think I was too eager, too easy, or too pushy? Perhaps, I should listen to my girlfriends and be strong and wait it out some more.

I guess if he doesn’t call me, it could mean many things. What if he has someone else in his life? What if he got run over by a bus or something like that, on his way home? I’ll never know. I’ll never know what became of him. Surely this can’t be it? Can it? Oh God. I’m going crazy. My mind just won’t stop thinking of him. I have to let him go. I just have to.

My phone’s ringing; it might be him calling!





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