Oh my - -I feel the Variation....Six Sigma and more...

You know there are days when things just go right - and you do not know whether to attribute them to luck or planning.

I'm just going to go with it. I believe in Six Sigma lingo, it's called 'feeling the variation'...

Here's the question...someone asks you, "Are you happy?"...

And this is someone that you have had incredible sex, know that he adores you - -but somehow or some way will not come out and say it. You also know that this is a someone who just loves women - - has a huge ego (and parts to match) and can't really connect intimately. You know that he is someone that probably had sex with someone else and missed being with you - but because he can't tell you how he really feels about you, lobs over..."Are you happy?"...

Well - -darlin' - - "Happy" is a graduation in variation...all the way from a slight smile (a la Mona Lisa would be a one) to a screaming orgasm(s) - make that a "10" -or- maybe it's the few seconds after the actual orgasm that are sheer bliss...perhaps making it an "11".

When asked, I was sitting at about a 6 - -happy with life in general, not feeling anxious or depressed...pleased that the weather was nice and just looking forward to taking an unrushed shower and deep condition my hair. Then after the 'ask'...oh, I started to slip...what does this mean? He really does miss me...he even said so...however, it is convenient to say so in a text message- -it's almost as if he's keeping in touch, maintaining the business side of it - ensuring that he's in good favor, so he can continue to get good favor.

Is it an oxymoron to be middle-aged and happy? I'm starting to think that I'm evolving into a Middle Aged Babe (MAB)...and I am indeed "Babe-a-licious...Has that for variation ???!

I'm also thinking that I don't have to fall for the "Are you happy?" bait too...Of course I am, I am healthy, got great skin, was having a fabulous hair day and saved $5 yesterday (today, I saved more)....he teases, but I will not let him sway me. I have an incling that he'd like me to fall into his depressive mode...sorry, not there...I'm not buying it. Stay in your snowy, dreary climate...mine is full of sunshine and yes, smiles...I may even burp flowery bubbles...so there !