Sean Marie

43 years old

Portland, OR

Female

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Your girlfriend is so stupid,...
she thinks a thesaurus is an extinct reptile.
she thinks emoticons are an example of Expressionist art.
she thinks Fibonacci numbers are some kind of Mafia racket.
she thinks the sacrum is part of a cathedral.
she thinks deus ex machina is something robots worship.
she thinks tachycardia is a low-end casino.
she thinks "Socialist Party" sounds sort of redundant.
she waits for stop signs to turn green.

Wow! That felt good--think I'll go diagram some sentences now.

The party's over... Nov 19

But I won't be calling it a day anytime soon. My birthday was wonderful, and the best part was realizing how difficult it is to shoehorn special things into a life that's already full of lovely little extravagances and thoughtful gestures. From friends who enjoy my conversational excursions into the land of bizarre trivia, to strangers who go out of their way to save me a little trouble--there are so many kind, funny, interesing people in my life now that I feel a bit guilty for spending any of my time alone.

My opportunities to expand and improve myself just keep multiplying, and I can't think of the last time I was bored. I live and work in neighborhoods that overflow with interesting little shops and restaurants. Books, shoes, flowers, well-made cocktails with yummy little appetizers--it's all within my reach and my means. I live like Holly Golightly without the sordid past to haunt me (well, not terribly sordid, just a few rough patches here and there).

I won't pretend that it's all wine and roses, but I don't mind paying my dues. Struggling through a long illness or some wretched excuse for a love affair is never much of a setback if I can look back at my choices and know I did the best I could. When things go sideways, there's always a miraculous recovery and a very shiny silver lining waiting for me on the other side. It's a charmed life, really. Celebrating another birthday just refreshes the spell.

Thank you to everyone who made my special day so very special--I'm very grateful and very touched.

Cares will drop off like autumn leaves... Sep 24

"The winds will blow their own freshness into you, and the storms their energy, while cares will drop off like autumn leaves." ~John Muir

Fall is finally here, sweeping away the remains of a decidedly disappointing summer. It's my favorite season, redolent of wood smoke and leafy tannins, full of the comforts of hot soup and cashmere without the wet misery of winter to spoil them. The best sleep of the year is coming, snuggled under warm blankets, breathing cold air. You can keep your mucky spring and dusty summer--if I had my way, it would always be autumn.

Spring is the traditional season for new romance, and I suppose that still applies if you happen to be livestock, but I find fall the most perfect time of year to engage in amorous enterprises. I love the way the clear, low sunshine warms complexions and illuminates eyes so that every speck of color gleams like pebbles in clear water. Walking arm-in-arm and holding hands are especially lovely when the physical warmth is welcome, but contact is still unhindered by bulky coats and gloves. Cooler weather sharpens the appetite, making shared meals more delectable and their preparation more a pleasure than a sweaty chore. Yes, autumn is definitely hunting season for me.

Some people are saddened by the fall, but I tend to put that down to our excessive esteem for beginnings: New Year's resolutions, the first leaves of spring, baby anything. But really--what is more important than endings? As the seasonal year passes the halfway mark and begins its denouement, I put to you a comparison: Which is more stirring? "It was the best of times, it was the worst of times." or, "It is a far, far better thing that I do, than I have ever done." Personally, I prefer the latter and am anticipating a satisfying, meaningful and very pleasant conclusion to my year.

Here's to happy endings--may yours begin today!