Archive for February, 2011

Squash Survey Says…

Monday, February 28th, 2011

The “Women Who Squash” at the Dunfield Annual Squash Tournament this weekend kindly volunteered their dating preferences.

1.  On dating a person 10 years younger, it was an almost 50/50 split.  One would consider 5 years but not 10 years younger and another emphatically commented “in a heart beat!”  I would definitely agree with the latter.

2.  1/3 of the gals surveyed have posted on-line dating profiles (way to go!)

3.  20% do use Twitter.

Check in on Love Story #9 “Is the Sky the Limit?”, part of our series, “Top 10 Loves Stories- Countdown to V-Day 2011”, to get the low down on inner and outer age when it comes to romance.

Who Knew?

Monday, February 28th, 2011

Off I went for a “look-see” with Mr. Extreme Dater.
Arrived fashionably late.  We embraced, air-kissed our “hello’s”, and then pop! “The Cloud Space” appears above my head. You know the one…it shows what you are thinking but not saying.

“Um, I think I’ve seen you somewhere before,” I said.

Cloud Space: “Uh oh…where oh where have I seen him before?”

Mr. Extreme Dater replied, “Could have. I’m a politician.”

“Yes, yes, that could be it,” I hastily agreed.

Meanwhile Cloud Space, “No, no, no that’s not it. OMG! I remember! He was on the arm of an acquaintance of mine at a party last year. Do I tell him?  Now what? Sticky situation..decided not to spill.”

Evening turned out nice and we had a few more fun outings until he announced he was moving.

Then another friend said she had a funny story to tell me. She had been talking to her gal pal about “boys” and her friend offers, “Remember that politician I dated way-back-when? I heard he’s leaving town.”

Yup, THE one and THE same…Mr. Extreme Dater. …AGAIN! How does he find the time?

I shook my head and shrugged my shoulders, “Who knew? If only he knew that we knew what he doesn’t know!”

Love Story #1 – A Paramour, a Search Engine, and a Chinese Poet

Monday, February 14th, 2011

He showed his son a black and white photo of his Chinese paramour taken some time near the end of WW II in northern Ontario.  She was seated in a canoe, facing him, the photographer, wooing the camera and seducing him.

His son asked his father, “Must I know?”  His father then pulled out of his wallet a small note which he had been carrying for over 60 years.  But time has erased her cursive script, leaving blanks where words once were but still you could see the remnants of a poem.

With the help of Google and Photoshop, his son reconstructed this poem which is a tribute to their love and is our Love Story #1 today:

“MARRIED LOVE”

Take a lump of clay.  Wet it, pat it.

Make an image of me and an image of you.

Then smash them into pieces and add a little water.

And re-make them into an image of you…

And an image of me…

Then in my clay, there is a little of you.

And in your clay, there is a little of me.

And nothing ever shall us sever.

Living, we will sleep under the same quilt.

And in death, we will be buried together.

Kuan Tao-sheng, Poetess and Painter (1263-1319)

Happy Valentine’s Day 2011!

In memory of my dear friend and of his father…

Love Story #2 – In Six-Word Memoirs

Monday, February 14th, 2011

From the pages of “Six-Word Memoirs on Love & Heartbreak” by Writers Famous & Obscure

My  Top 10:

1.  “Offered my heart; he embraced it.”  Sue Kimber

2.  “It never hurt as good again.”  Marc Ecko

3.  “Hearts never look both ways first.”  Tanya Jarrett

4.  “Where he is, I am home.”  Julia Evans

5.  “Waiting to forget his name again…Cybele Paschke

6.  “Lust walked in. Love walked out.”  Amy Sedivy

7.  “Love at first sight is blind.”  Jace Albao

8.  “Hired me. Fired me. Married me.”  Julie Klam

9.  “She owns my heart, always will.”  Scott Lynn

10. “He calls to say good-bye again.” No Loves Lost

Love Story #3 – “Man, Heroic and Sublime”

Monday, February 14th, 2011

  Barnett Newman’s oil on canvas on display at the MOMA in NYC titled “Vir Heroicus Sublimis” 1950-51 is his largest ever at that time.  When standing close to this expansive work, he wanted the viewer to liken this experience to a human encounter. 

“It’s no different, really, from meeting another person,” the American painter wrote.  “One has a reaction to the person physically.  Also, there’s a metaphysical thing, and if a meeting of people is meaningful, it affects both their lives.”

 

Love Story # 4 – Chinese Valentine’s Day

Monday, February 14th, 2011

Qixi Festival means “7th Night” and falls on the 7th day of the 7th lunar month on the Chinese calendar.

In late summer, the stars Altair and Vega are high in the night sky.  And the love story that follows is about Niulang (Altair), the cowherd, and Zhinu (Vega), the 7th daughter of the Goddess of Heaven.

A young and lonely  cowherd, Niulang, came across 7 immortal fairy sisters bathing in a lake and fell in love with Zhinu.  They married without the knowledge of the Goddess of Heaven and had two children. 

But when the Goddess found out about the forbidden relationship between a mere mortal and a fairy girl, she pulled Zhinu back into the sky and Zhinu had to resume her former duty of weaving colourful clouds, a task she had neglected while living on earth with Niulang.

Niulang, with the help of his magic ox, carried his two children off to Heaven to find Zhinu.  When the Goddess found out, she became very angry.  So she took out her hairpin and the Goddess scratched a wide river in the sky to separate the two lovers forever, thus forming the Milky Way between the stars, Altair (Niulang) and Vega (Zhinu).

Zhinu must sit forever on one side of the river, sadly weaving on her loom, while Niulang and their two children (2 flanking stars) watches her from afar. 

But once a year all the magpies in the world would take pity on them and fly up into heaven to form a bridge over the star Deneb in the Cygnus constellation so the lovers may be together for a single night, which is the 7th night of the 7th moon. 

The Qixi Festival is also called “Chinese Valentine’s Day”.  It is celebrated in most Asian countries and this year it falls on  August 6th.

Love Story #5 – “Team Work” – A Labour of Love

Sunday, February 13th, 2011

The other night Mr. Cupid shot an on-line arrow my way.  It was hard to miss with his use of all caps in the subject line. “WOW”, he wrote.

Who is this?  I’m not a “WOW”.  I’m more like a “What in the world…?”

Arrow #2:  “How could you possibly be – fill-in-the-blank-OMG – years old? You look like OMG minus 20 years.”  C’mon Mr. Cupid, are you kidding me? 

So I shot back, “Actually I have an excellent team – my sports doc, my acupuncturist, my massage therapist, my mani-pedi gals, my hair stylist and colourist, my rock-climbing instructor, my squash pro, yada yada yada.  (You get the picture.)  I owe it all to THEM.  They keep me together.”

And so he replied and off we go, another round of e-mails, another labour of what might be love.

Love Story #6 – Much More Than a Dozen Roses!

Sunday, February 13th, 2011

A lively discussion ensued today on what qualified as the best V-Day gifts given/received.  And it was unanimous. It mattered not what the gift would be but what counted was, of course, the thought…and bonus points for creativity. Bittersweet, I had to admit my Italian Ex was most ingenious.

We had attended an Italian wedding in the fall.  He had seen how I admired and then devoured the dessert, an exquisite work of food art we had not seen anywhere.  Over the next 6 months, he plotted, he planned, and on V-day, he  presented me with a dozen roses. 

Then he handed me a small parcel.  What could this possibly be?  A dozen hand-crafted miniature ice cream strawberries exactly the same as the dessert at the wedding! 

And so he reminded me of what Maya Angelou once said, “I’ve learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel.”  Proof positive, my Italian Ex, a special Happy V-Day to you wherever you are!

Love Story #7 – Love Beyond Borders

Sunday, February 13th, 2011

They met at a party in Rome and they soon discovered they had much in common.  She was a Canadian working for a UN agency and he was an American studying for his PhD in Art History. 

Destined to meet, they both shared a fear of flying despite living all over the world because their fathers were ambassadors. 

Destined to marry, they overcame their fear of flying and made it to the church on time!

Love Story # 8 – How “Close” is TOO Close?

Sunday, February 13th, 2011

In a trade show booth in Bangkok stood this handsome American.  While we were examining products, we were also checking one another out.  A quick exchange revealed he knew about my micro-biz.  And when he handed me his biz card, I blurted out, “You’re our competitor!”   He was amused and I was embarrassed. His biz was a global force to be reckoned, infinite times larger than mine, but he still invited me out to dinner that evening.

The Celadon at Sukothai Bangkok Hotel www.sukhothai.com was the perfect romantic setting, complete with a stroll by a flood-lit pond filled with floating lotus, the heady scent of frangipani flowers…warning bells rang loudly … alas, he is still our competitor. 

We kept in touch and our relationship grew as we zig-zagged from coast to coast – San Fran, NYC, Toronto, Boston.  A year later, he popped the question but hardly THE question. “Could we still be friends?  I’m getting married next month.”

I gathered my composure (and my bags) and turned to him and said, “No, not friends.  But hey, we can still be competitors!”