I thought about you naked.
Then I put some clothes on and thought about you some more.
(Right about now my parents are probably cringing and wishing I didn’t blog.)
To the rest of you I recommend condoms to prevent any blogging children.
(This isn’t a real post, it’s more a bit of emotional release about the holidays, inspired in part by Hiker Mike’s post. I have a real, media-intense post on Slab City coming this week. I promise.)
These are my "Ho Ho Ho" shoes. ahem.
This Christmas was bittersweet for me.
As my regular readers know, more often than not I’m quite content with being single. There are minuses, of course, but overall I enjoy it. (For more specifics, see: Ten Reasons Dating Sucks and Ten Things I Like About Being Single and Ten Things I Don’t.)
But sometimes I really miss being “one of two”.
That’s how Christmas was for me this year: I missed having someone with whom to share it.
For years as a teenager I dreamed of living in Malibu, right on the ocean. I often talked about it to my family.
Then it just happened. For a long time I got to live in/use a beautiful beach house in Malibu. Two, actually. Right. On. The. Beach. The private beach. There were fancy cars to drive, an incredible ocean view just steps from the door. Living there was all you can imagine: beautiful, luxurious, tranquil. And the bills weren’t even mine. (Way to manifest!!)
Did you know the ocean looks different every day? I didn’t until I got to see it out the massive plate-glass windows every day.
In all my dreaming/manifesting, it never occurred to me to add one thing: Having someone with whom to share it. Until I experienced it alone I never realized it wouldn’t mean nearly as much just by myself.
Sharing experiences with someone makes them all the richer. I had what I dreamed of, but without that someone special to enjoy the experience with me, it was nice but it was empty. Like an exquisite box that had very little inside.
As was Christmas.
Don’t get me wrong – I got to spend time with my two families and many friends and loved it. But one house was almost exclusively couples and I felt like a fifth wheel. The second house was almost all singles and I didn’t feel uncomfortable.
New Year’s Eve – The Proper Way To Ring In The New Year
New Year’s Eve is one of my favorite holidays. Not because anything special happens, although I love the new beginning it brings, but because it feels like a very romantic holiday to me. More so in some ways than (commercialized) Valentine’s Day.
I like to properly ring out the old year, and then after midnight, ring in the New Year. “Properly” means with a lot more than a kiss. Wicked shoes and new lingerie come to mind, but those also require sharing to reach their full potential.
Yup, it’s a romantic holiday for me – and the lucky guy I’m with.
When I’m with one.
Which isn’t now.
And that is why I’m thinking NYE will also feel as if someone or something is missing, just like Christmas. I plan to stay home and watch a movie with the cat rather than see couples kissing at midnight. Maybe I’ll go get pizza.
So here’s to all of you singletons who wish you had someone with whom to ring in the New Year – properly.
Happy New Year, my dear Kernutties! My hat is off to you! (and maybe more than my hat 
)
Happy New Year, dear Kernut.
Rest assured that there are thousands of nice West Coast men that have no idea what they’re missing, and if they did, they’d be eating their hearts out.
Here’s to a happy and fulfilling 2012.
bluzdude’s last post ..Calendar Boy 2012
Thank you, my dear Bluz!
I guess there are, but it’s probably hard to hit a moving target. Now, one who could travel with me, and has the means to do so, would warm my heart.
Hey, I’d live to see you on your drive east. Do you have some tentative dates yet? We’re approaching winter on the east coast where people start planning their trips here to avoid snow and ice.
Mrs. Tuna’s last post ..Resolutions of a 49 Year Old Muffin Top
No dates at all. I usually only know exact dates about two weeks in advance. I’m thinking it might be close to early February. But what is this about snow and ice in south eastern Arizona??? I don’t do snow and ice very well, unless they’re food items.
Got someone leaving here on Feb 4 and the next suck up is coming on 2/24…..
Mrs. Tuna’s last post ..Resolutions of a 49 Year Old Muffin Top
OMG! I really wish I was there. Really. Thank you for the link!
hiker mike’s last post ..Merry Christmas, Happy New Year, and most importantly Happy Birthday!
You’re welcome, but the pleasure is all mine.
I enjoyed your post. Good stuff.
btw the heels are verrrry sexy! Were you wearing them while you were thinking? Just wondering?
bluhbluhbluh,
HM
thanks for the link again
hiker mike’s last post ..Merry Christmas, Happy New Year, and most importantly Happy Birthday!
That’s a trade secret. You’ll just have to keep wondering.
I figured since I was reading this post again I would check in. OMG I just watched somebody start their BBQ with gasoline. WOW!
anyway, properly. I will never forget this word.
succa punch’s last post ..Kernut.com
Aww, you backlinked to me
Thank you.
Yeah, I’m guessing that was at my old campsite, huh?
I did celebrate with someone New Year’s Day, but went to bed before midnight New Year’s Eve just to avoid thinking about how I couldn’t be with someone on that particular night,
secret agent woman’s last post ..Another way I started 2012 right.
I totally get it. Sometimes that’s just easier. I’m better off when I’m not hoping and end up being disappointed.
I totally would have kissed you at midnight! I mean, how could I not if you were wearing those shoes.
Hope your new year finds you love and happiness. You deserve it!
Misty’s last post ..Post Xmas Mall Experience
Thank you, Darlin’! I would have Frenched you right back! I hope your New Year is also full of love and happiness! xo
I hope the new year brings you unexpected surprises and smiles…and of course a reason to wear those shoes!
Jeane’s last post ..Hello…I’m back!
Happy New Year Chickie!
Jenn’s last post ..All of the Christmas Are Now Over
Sorry I missed this. I sort of go into hiding this time of year. Wish I had been there for you. Tessa loans me out to her girlfriends for hugging and squeezing purposes on regular basis. I know she would have approved you for a New Year’s Eve HUG. Sending one, now.
Fred’s last post ..We Don’t Say “Retarded” Anymore