How to Restore Your Faith in Love

glasses clinking


Go to a bar!!  OK, I am the last person to recommend drowning sorrow in alcohol, but on occasion, it’s just fine. And you never know what kind of love you might find there.


I found love in a bar last evening. And I left with a new someone that I definitely love.


A woman friend I recently met called to say, drop what you are doing and join me for a hamburger (at the local Trader Vic’s only a boardwalk away). I was just about to put some Trader Joe’s sodium soaked, high carbs on a slab into the oven, put my post-Grammie feet up and accept that this was how I was going to spend my Saturday night when I remembered what a 94 year old woman once told me. I asked her what the secret of living a long life was. She said, “Don’t sit down, keep learning, don’t turn on the TV and say ‘Yes’ to everything you feel like saying ‘No’ to.”


Arriving, I saw my friend sitting with 4 senior women and 1 man, walker parked beside him. He was our “designated driver”! I sat beside Jane, a woman fro Latvia who later told me her husband was a jazz artist and revealed more than once how their great sex kept him from behaving like a touring musician. There were stories in that group that nobody would believe, except the young couple who were sitting next to us. He was French, 28 and cute as a button. She was from Michigan and they were there to watch that gorgeous sunset. And the party was about to begin.


By evening’s end, we were joined by a man from Jamaica via the state of Georgia. There was the bi-sexual couple, a May-December romance. One romantic man delivered every woman’s fantasy by declaring his love for her to the entire restaurant. And all the while, old talked to young about lives lived, Pokemon Go,  about politics and getting out the vote. We clinked glasses “to love!” and we knew we were talking about more than romantic love. People of color, seniors, lesbians, and even the waitstaff joined with us to toast the real America. We were united. We knew once again what really loving each other means. We felt the oneness and joy of connection.


I walked home with my new friend and even though I didn’t have a man to kiss goodnight now, I knew a love that night that was equally joyful and it was the perfect antidote to a week of watching the Republican Convention spewing hatred. Go Love!!!!!


  1. David Tubesing on July 25, 2016 at 6:33 pm

    So how do I see that you published my previous comment on your blog?

    • admin on July 25, 2016 at 8:33 pm

      This blog was my story about an evening that I experienced that reflected the love of people for one another, rather than a political discourse. I really appreciate your point of view which is different from mine, but I respect that. I hope you can respect the purpose of the blog post and I would really enjoy hearing from you about that, David.

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