Sam and Betty Help Me Find Happiness: The Importance of Having Male Friends You Don’t Want To Sleep With.

Friday, December 11, 2009

The Importance of Having Male Friends You Don’t Want To Sleep With.

So I've been hanging out with two of my male coworkers... both of who I have no romantic interest in. We just like to hangout and drink a few beers. It is purely innocent, we are just friends. My female friends tell me I need to stop being friends with my exs. I somewhat agree with that statement but I still think its ok to hangout with an ex every once and awhile. Anyway back to my new male friends. They are nice guys and the can seem to hold their beer...always a plus in any male companion. Between they two of them, they have an extensive sports, computer, electronic, and automobile knowledge. I think I'm going to like having male friends that I have no iterest in sleeping with.

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Welcome to My Blog

After some encouragement from friends and the death of my Grandmother, I've decided to chronicle the search for "my one". For the last two years I've been searching for the man who could be "the one" for me... otherwise known as "my one". I've done a great deal of thinking and over thinking about this subject. Maybe putting my thoughts down on paper (and out there for thousands of people to read) will somehow be therapeutic. I hope you enjoy and please feel free to comment. Note: I have changed names in order to protect the men who didn't work out.

The Story of How Betty and Sam Met

The story of how my grandparents (Betty and Sam) met has been passed down from mother to daughter for the last 60 years. My grandmother told my mother, my mother told me, and one day I will share the story with my daughter. It is a rare story about true love. This story is the inspiration for my search for love.

My grandparents met in February of 1945. My grandfather was on leave from the military and waiting for the bus one afternoon. My great-grandfather drove by and asked my grandfather if he wanted a ride (apparently this was normal in 1945). They started talking and my great-grandfather invited my gradfather over for dinner. Later that evening my grandfather came over for dinner. My grandmother, dressed in her factory clothes, opened the door to greet my grandfather. She was so embarrassed she slamed the door in his face ran up the stairs to change. At dinner, my grandfather asked my grandmother out to dinner the next night. My grandmother said no because she had to go buy a baby gift. After being asked several more times by grandfather, she finally agreed. The next night the two went shopping for a babyshower gift. The sales clerk at the store asked my grandfather what size dress their litter girl wore. My grandfather turned to my grandmother and said "I don't know. Dear, what size does she wear?" Embarrassed, my grandmother left the store. My grandfather followed her out and purposed to her outside the store. Three months later, they were married.

Their marrage was cut short in 1968 when my grandfather died of a heart attack. My grandmother passed away on December 1, 2009. She waited 41 years to be reunited with my gradfather. This story shows me that love is out there, I just have to find it. Let's hope Betty and Sam can show me the way.

Hazel E. Long

Friday, December 11, 2009

The Importance of Having Male Friends You Don’t Want To Sleep With.

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