I just got back from karate and kickboxing class. What's my skill? In karate I think I am alright. In kickboxing...I have no idea. I think I lag in comparison to the skilled fighters at our dojo. They had the grappling going on and sensei asked if I wanted to go. I chickened out. I told him 'I wouldn't even know what to do." They were good. I must admit there was a guy there tonight who was very skilled. I won't lie I he wasn't hard on the eyes either. But this is class...I'm learning here.

During the class they put one person in the middle. That person has to fight for so and so minutes against each person in the training class. So, there I am, pink wraps, boxing gloves and I come in on 'Big Teddy'. The guy is huge. Take a linebacker, shape em' up, and teach him to fight...That's 'Big Teddy'. All he has to do is lift his leg and his knee covers 1/4 of mine. And that's just what happened. I threw a kick which he blocked and a huge bruise is now magically forming on my thigh. Like pink hearts, yellow moons and purple horseshoes but there's nothing magically delicious about it. Did it hurt. Hell yes. I am not going to lie. Is it still hurting once again a resounding yes as I lay here with it aching. Will I do it again? You better believe it.

Someone else at our class was there and guess what scent wafted my way... mint and smoke. Now he is definately not hard on the eyes either, but this is class I told you guys. We are not going there! What is it with mint and smoke? Do you recall the blog of the priest? Well similar to that experience flashed through my eys the moment it crossed my scent. It has become an aphrodisiac more me. It is the strangest thing.

After I cam home I tucked my son in bed, took a shower and am ready to go to bed myself. I tried to call one of my friends but they didn't answer so...after several days I tried to call Sexy tonight. No answer. We'll see if he returns the call tomorrow. If not, I guess I know.

And here it is with the divorce. One of the hardest times I have is laying in bed by myself in those still moments. There is no one to tell how you did kickboxing today and have a bruise and your thigh is hurting like hell. There's no one to lean over to and tell about your sons accomplishments how in karate class he did a standing front flip over a bag. There's no one to lean over to and say 'I love you and I am so glad your in my life.' These are the toughest moments there are. These are the moments that if I had any tears left I am sure they would come. You can only fill the day and evening up with so many things before you have to stop and rest. Unfortunately that's when the mind stops and thinks.

I am comfortable with just me. I am confident in who I am but, I want some one to share this life with.

So...Any takers? Applications are now being accepted.