I envisioned myself a connoisseur until a few hours ago, when I realized I wasn’t spelling the word correctly. Even now as I post this, I’m checking a dictionary to make sure I get it right. (It’s the second “o” that throws me, and if you can’t spell it, you’re probably not one.) Sometimes I’m afraid I’ve gotten too rarefied, especially when searching for a date. Does the man I’m going out with have to like literature, fine art and haute cuisine, or is it okay that his chosen writer is Dan Brown and favorite restaurant, a greasy spoon?
Image: Connoisseur, 1962, by Norman Rockwell, whose birthday is today!
Why It’s Great to Be Single on Valentines Day, reason #2 from Jill:
Because you don’t have to go out on amateur night, where not only you but everyone else’s expectations are heavy in the air. You’re wondering if all the people out there are having a better night, better sex, better presents and better connection than you. You don’t have to worry if your sweetheart will buy you a card or a present and you don’t have to risk disappointment.
Hmm..rarefied….just another way of saying “too picky.” Frankly, I’m tired of people saying the reason I never married or don’t date much is because I’m too picky. Being picky implies that you have had options to choose from. I’d go out at least once with just about any age appropriate single man that asked me as long as he was not an obvious jerk, psycho, or ax-murderer. That’s not desperate – it’s just being open to the possibilities. At least that’s what I keep telling myself. The key is they would have to ask me.
Cheers!
I agree with Rachel – you can act, feel, behave and do whatever you like!!!