Where do you keep your watermelon?

Where do you Keep Your Watermelon….?
A story of chat by emoticon and innuendo…
Recently I commented on an
article online. The article was about losing ones libido.
The comment I made was that I had not lost mine, but was finding it difficult to meet a male over 60 who hadn’t lost theirs, and who thought along the same lines as I do.
A few days later, I received a message from a gentleman who was more or less in the same boat as I was.. the only difference, he was finding it difficult to meet a like minded female.
Thus began a weird and wonderful series of flirtatious chatting….(texting or is it sexting?)
I agreed that I was a little flirtatious but drew the line at downright filth and crudeness..
Let’s give it a go and see what happens I thought..
Well, the conversations flowed, (as much as they could by texting). Emoticons are a marvellous invention, one can speak a thousand words…
Take a watermelon for instance….. it can conjure up numerous scenarios… Especially when an emoticon with a tongue sticking out appears in the chat window….
As he said,” Watermelon is not just a Food….”
One chat consisted solely on emoticons, or stickers as they are called…..
A cup of coffee, a cake and a smiley face……as well as a lot of other little stickers… suggestive? Yes, some were , but all made for fun , and got the old brain thinking.
I found myself laughing and smiling more than I had in years… This had to be good for the soul.
Heck, I was even singing when I went about my daily chores…
Another chat was started by an emoticon of a fox taking a shower. Something so simple took me too places I hadn’t been for years…
I don’t think he had been there either…
There are millions of those little suckers out there, emoticons I mean…
They are fun, they are harmless, I am sure some of you readers will think I am right out of my tree, but that doesn’t matter to me, I am who I am, and make no excuses.. I am unique….
I say, get adventurous, if you have a partner , or husband, and things are a little stale. Find your watermelon and let go of all your hang ups, you never know where it may take you….
This bloke has a sense of adventure, and a sense of humour, a rare combination in most over 60 males….
We don’t always have flirty chats, sometimes we just chat about everyday types of things.
It is a good mix…
Who would have thought one small comment would take me to such heights…..


Do you believe in Astrology?

What is it with the Libran Male and I?
I never used to believe all that weekly spiel about Scorpio (my sign) .
I thought it was a lot of mumbo jumbo, but , over the years I have changed my views somewhat.
First hubby was a Libran. I read the stars, and they told me that it was not a good match. What do they know, I thought to myself. This guy is my dream man, he has it all, there is nothing about him that could possibly annoy me, let alone make the union fail.
There was everything about him that annoyed me, he was rude, he was arrogant, he was a bully, and worst of all , he was a philanderer.
Two children and 10 years later I had had enough.
Life had to be better if I was in my own.
I travelled far and wide, met lots of people, and ultimately fell in love again..
This time, he really was the man of my dreams. Tall, dark, good looking, fun, in fact perfect…
I didn’t even think twice about marrying him, even though he was a Libran.
I checked the stars to see if they had changed their predictions on the Scorpio/Libra union. Nope, they still said it wouldn’t work.
What do they know, I thought once again.
Well, the stars won out again. This one was twice as bad as the first. He was arrogant, rude, a bully, a philanderer and worst of all a psychopath.
Three children and 6 years later I had to flee for my life and the life of the children… Close call that time. We escaped by the skin of our teeth and spent many a year looking over our shoulders.
Time went by, the kids became wonderful adults, and not a Libran amongst them.
I went on a trip to Florida , to stay a while with a girlfriend.
Whilst there I met her cousin, recently widowed.
We got along like a house on fire, the cousin and I. We had such a good time, he was keen to take it further, but I had to ask the question, what star sign are you?
Oh No!!
A Libran.
My heart was trying to rule my head, it was a battle, I looked up the stars compatibility chart again.
It hadn’t changed, it still said no.
What to do, what to do.
I knew what to do, I had learnt my lesson, it just could not be.
I am sorry, I told him. My star sign is not compatible with yours.
He, of course, thought I was crazy. But I stuck to my guns, I didn’t give in. I was proud of myself.
To date I have yet to meet a compatible partner. I know my stars say a Pisces or a Cancer male are ideal for me, but where are they?
All I seem to meet is Librans.
It is kind of like a 30 year curse.

my first trip to indonesia

I love to travel and to my great joy, my oldest son took up a position in Jakatar Indonesia.
Before too long I was winging my way over to visit the son and his family. When the plane landed I followed the throng along hallways , up and down escalators and along more hallways. Hopefully these people knew where they were going.
There was much noise and the heat was stifling. My son had told me I would have to pay $USD 25 for my visa. It sounded like a simple thing to do, but where did one pay this Visa I thought. Oh, over there, in small English was a sign that said pay visa here… Good oh.. I paid and was directed to wait for an immigration officer to stamp my passport. Wait I did, a long queue formed behind me, people with little patience I might add. Hurry up, someone said. I turned around and explained that I couldn’t hurry as there was no one in the booth. I spied a security guard and asked where the operator of the booth may be. He promply went behind the booth and kicked out with one foot.. Up rose the booth operator, who had been fast asleep behind the booth. Great…passport stamped, I was now on my way, to collect my luggage..
I rounded the corner into the luggage hall and almost had a heart attack…. How on earth would I find the right carousel amongst all these people.
Over the loudspeaker came a notice that luggage from flight 607 ( my flight) could be collected at carousel 12… Good.. The numbers were in English.. I duly went to carousel 12 only to be told that it wasn’t the right one that flight 562 was being unloaded on number 12. Well back to square one… After asking several porters, I finally found my luggage at carousel 3. Quite some way from number 12.. Luckily I always pack a shocking pink suitcase. There is no other like it and that suitcase has saved me hours searching for luggage, provided of course that I find the right carousel.
Luggage collected I made my way out of the airport….. Ye Gods, how would I ever find my son? There were literally millions of bodies seething back and forth. Almost another heart attack!
I was working up the sweat of fear when out of nowhere…. “Hi Mum, what took you so long in there…?….”
What a relief… the 20 mile trip from airport to son’s home, is another

how long does it take to travel 20 miles

20 miles is a long way when travelling in.
After making it through the Soekana International Airport in Jakarta, and finding my son, or rather , he finding me.. I thought good oh.. only 20 miles to his house….. that won’t take long……..Wrong!!!!!!!
We will just wait here and the driver will come and get us said John…. I looked at the masses of cars and wondered however John would know which car was his… They all looked the same to me, all 4 wheel drives and silver or black in colour.. Don’t worry he told me , the driver will find us… I was starting to sweat again, but not from the heat….it was the sweat of fear…
Here he is…… quick get in… in we got, now it won’t be long I thought foolishly… The breakneck speed and sheer volume of traffic had me gasping for air…How long will it take to get home I asked.. Oh it will be a little while said John.. The driver smiled into the rear view mirror, he must have been thinking I was a bit naïve.. I was barely able to look outside the window.. if we weren’t going breakneck speed amongst millions of other vehicles, we were stuck in a traffic knot, there didn’t seem to be any traffic lights, or police traffic controllers. It was just first there first through, buses going up on footpaths, scooters with whole families on board, hurtling towards us, beggars running madly in between the traffic, little children , no more than three years old, running throught the traffic… I watched in horror at all this…We will be lucky to get there in one piece I thought to myself. The scooters , incidently, have the right of way and can chose which side of the road to go on, there is hell to pay if anyone knocks a scooter.. Amazingly none of the cars seemed to have any dents on them. Damn good drivers is all I can say…
After about 2 hours, I asked how much further it was, about halfway John said and added that it was lucky it wasn’t not peak hour… Hmmm..I was glad I didn’t have to have a toilet stop as this would have been impossible . There was no way to get out of the throng of traffic. May as well get the kindle out and have a read I thought… Finally after 5 hours, we pulled into the driveway, oh what joy.. the family all waiting and smiling, it was worth the hassle. I would have a month to get used to this new way of travelling before going back through it all in reverse….

snippets of my life as it is and how it was