Entitlements

Thinking about yesterday's post, I realize that what I want is entitlement! I want to be entitled to expect a breakfast call or have someone say yes when I ask if he wants to meet for dinner. I want to know that on a Friday night I have a choice of whether I want to go out for an enjoyable evening or stay home and sew or watch TV or talk over a flickering candle.

I want choices. I'm tired of being at the whim of every Tom, Dick and Frank.

(But I'm not discarding him. He's too much fun! Without him, the only men in my life would be Richard and Eduardo at Rio Café!)