The Breakup

It seems to me that for most people,  breaking up, while never a fun thing to do has its moments of civility and respect that at times outweigh the value of the actual relationship.

"You know I think you a great, decent fellow."

"Suffice it to say that I think you're really great, and I'm sorry for how this turned out."

"I must confront my loss before I am lucky enough to trip along someone like you, and you are .. for       better or worse (for you) a great listener. Thank you." 

This may have something to do with the lack of emotional investment one has in the relationship, thus it becomes easier to walk away from or be let go. 

It was if we were partners on the dance floor. The music started, the dance began, I looked over his shoulder but not in his eyes, he looked at the floor. Neither stumbled nor mis-stepped but the dance was missing something crucial..passion, or even imperfection. Had he stepped on my foot, it would have caused a reaction, a laugh, something that we could connect over.  Something to make it worth elongating the dance. 

But as it is, the dance is done. The dancers part, and look for other dance partners. 

The Detox

It has been a summer of imbibing. Too many happy hours, too many regrets. Today is the first day of my first-ever detox for the next two weeks.


Things to avoid:


Cheese (all dairy really)
Unrefined sugar of any kind
Wine (any vintage, year, or color; regardless of occasion)
Beer/liquor (same as above--regardless of occasion)
French fries
Candy




Things to drink up:
Water with lemon/lime
Tea (black/green)
Black coffee
Sparkling water
Almond milk
Whey protein
cottage cheese
plain fat free yogurt
fresh fruit
fresh vegetables
lean fish




More running. More yoga .

Vanity Fair & Proust

This seems very unfair. It seems that Bill O' Reilly and I have very similar answers in our Proust Match Off.  




Vanity Fair will soon offer an interactive way for you to figure out how your answers to the infamous  Proust Questionnaire stack up against the glitterati.  


Until then, here are my very own answers to Marcel Proust's questions:

What is your idea of perfect happiness?
Sitting with friends and loved ones on a deck overlooking the ocean, enjoying a great meal, a better view, and unconditional love. 


What is your greatest fear?
That life will pass me by and I will not have not accomplished everything I set out to do.


What is the trait you most deplore in yourself?
Selfishness. 


What is the trait you most deplore in others?
Tightfistedness. 


What living person do you most admire?
My father. 


What is your greatest extravagance?
Buying a cocktail on a short flight.


What is your current state of mind?
Calm before the storm.


What do you consider the most overrated virtue?
Fidelity. 


Which living person do you most despise?
People who think Michael Vick did nothing wrong.


What is the quality you most like in a woman?
The ability to rally.


Which talent would you most like to have?
To woo a constituency enough to vote for me.


What is the quality you most like in a man?
Integrity. 


What or who is the greatest love of your life?
The man who won't let me have my way.


When and where were you happiest? 
I am always happiest the day after a bad storm. 


What is your most marked characteristic? 
Charming you. Infuriating you. 


What do you consider your greatest achievement? 
Not marrying for the wrong reasons.

What is your greatest regret?
Talking back to my mother. 


How would you like to die?
The same way I was born. Yelling, kicking, and screaming.