Anyway (again), I appreciated the poignancy (as much as a man can appreciate the poignancy of anything) of your sausage story re-mix. It made me think of what I truly miss in a really stimulating relationship. I am not so much missing having someone save me the last sausage, as I am missing having someone special to save the last sausage for . . . but, maybe in the end it’s the same. Regardless of what part of the sausage saving is enjoyed most, we all need it.

I have been a reader/site visitor of yours for a couple of months now – - a friend of mine sent me to your site for an example of very smart, witty, irreverent (ergo your title) writing about “med-life” . . . dating and otherwise. I know I saw that term somewhere in your stuff. Kudos in the coining a phrase department. In the 12 months or so I have been “out there” so to speak (off and on – - mostly off), attempting to re-find the right connection at age 50 (well 51, if you must know), I sometimes think about various sorts of liquid self-medication.

Anyway (for the last time), thanks for your points of view. I hope you keep sharing them. BTW, your re-post of the marriage/carriage piece was sad, but also somewhat inspirational. I, too, had it . . . the kind of passionate love of which you speak. Felt it. Gave it. Cherished it. Yet, lost it. Like you, I didn’t have a choice in losing it. Unlike you, though, I am not a widow(er), so I do know I ultimately have some accountability in having lost it. And, I am confident enough in my ability, and desire, to once again find it, give it, and receive it. As you know, it is worth searching . . . and sometimes waiting . . . for. If you haven’t yet (found it again that is), I am sure you will.
All the best,

Brian

Thanks for sharing that.