Sometimes I believe I live a charmed fucking life.
Just when I think I’ve wrecked everything, I find myself snatching victory from the jaws of defeat and learn I’m a luckier bastard than I deserve to be.
:smack: 
Yeah, it’s almost entirely about a girl.
Well, hooray for you, then!
So could you flesh it out a bit?
It’s always about the flesh with you, isn’t it, gabriela?
Well, it’s kind of about the flesh. 
Also, it’s about finding love and growing the fuck up.
So I repeat: give us flesh AND blood!
At least details!
At least your spiritual turning point so we can all emulate your personal growth.
(Twickster, phbbbthththhh)
Oh, to heck with the spiritual turning point! I just want juicy details!
And brain matter!
My god you’re a randy and gore hungry bunch!
I guess for those of you who have been keeping up, it’s been a relationship fraught with peril. Not for the faint of heart. Largely it’s been me either trying to rush things along or making assumptions about things I had to business making assumptions about.
In some part, after having been divorced after a 15 year relationship, I guess it’s been me trying to figure out how to have a new relationship without the expectations, hangups and baggage of the old one. It’s a tougher trick to pull off than I’d ever anticipated. The growth part came from realizing I’m not entirely the same person I was all those years ago. Nor can I really expect the same things from a relationship at 42 compared to what I did when I was 24. Seems an intuitive thing when I frame it like this now. But not so much until recently.
Can’t speak with much authority for my partner. Nor do I want to. I’m sure she’s had to endure and learn a thing or two about me (and maybe even herself) in the process. I don’t know. I’ve been a bit hard on her (read: unjustly critical) without really meaning to be. Still, she stuck with me for some reason anyway. But, not without providing me with an attitude adjustment from time to time (largely justly deserved).
Still, I guess I did realize that she was worth keeping and really taking a better look at myself and what was driving me to behave the way I did from time to time. Even bought and read a self help book. Gah! What a disaster that almost turned out to be!
So here’s the most important thing I leaned so far…: It’s not so much talking that is key in communication, but listening and trying to understand without jumping to wrong conclusions. That along with time and patience will get you all the answers you need and will likely ever want. Plus all that trust, respect and love everybody is always yammering on about.
Sure, getting lucky in picking the right person helps but that becomes self evident in the process.
Oh, and yes… the sex is fucking great! Way better than I could have even imagined at 24. But then, everything else seems better too.