{"id":20140,"date":"2014-12-12T20:29:39","date_gmt":"2014-12-13T01:29:39","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.dangermond.org\/?p=20140"},"modified":"2014-12-12T20:29:39","modified_gmt":"2014-12-13T01:29:39","slug":"the-leisure-of-a-lover","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.dangermond.org\/?p=20140","title":{"rendered":"The Leisure of a Lover"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I said to a younger friend the other day that there will come a time in her life when she will be through looking for the <em>perfect<\/em> partner, the husband, the boyfriend, the man who will ask her on a date, or the end all be all that is supposed to arrive with all the answers. <\/p>\n<p>Instead, she will open her arms to a lover. <\/p>\n<p>I&#8217;ve watched my lover up close and from afar &#8211; no expectations is what we bring to each other &#8211; and just leisurely watching what unfolds and recognizing that every time, I think I have him pegged, he surprises me. <\/p>\n<p>Without all the expectations of a more formal relationship, there are no demands, there is just the leisure of experiencing someone else. <\/p>\n<p>It is quite magical. <\/p>\n<p>So for today, in the middle of this December that has had erratic temperatures as well as erroneous predictions and pronouncements, I&#8217;ve decided that I am throwing the towel over my crystal ball and enjoying the very essence of <em>Stanley<\/em>, my lover. <\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.dangermond.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/12\/LoverKahlo.jpg\"><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" decoding=\"async\" data-attachment-id=\"20141\" data-permalink=\"http:\/\/www.dangermond.org\/?attachment_id=20141\" data-orig-file=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.dangermond.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/12\/LoverKahlo.jpg?fit=736%2C568\" data-orig-size=\"736,568\" data-comments-opened=\"1\" data-image-title=\"Lover:Kahlo\" data-image-description=\"\" data-image-caption=\"\" data-large-file=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.dangermond.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/12\/LoverKahlo.jpg?fit=640%2C494\" loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.dangermond.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/12\/LoverKahlo.jpg?resize=640%2C494\" alt=\"Lover:Kahlo\" width=\"640\" height=\"494\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-20141\" srcset=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.dangermond.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/12\/LoverKahlo.jpg?w=736 736w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.dangermond.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/12\/LoverKahlo.jpg?resize=300%2C231 300w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 640px) 100vw, 640px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I said to a younger friend the other day that there will come a time in her life when she will be through looking for the perfect partner, the husband, the boyfriend, the man who will ask her on a date, or the end all be all that is supposed to arrive with all the answers. Instead, she will open her arms to a lover. I&#8217;ve watched my lover up close and from afar &#8211;&hellip; <\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"nf_dc_page":"","_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-20140","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-main"],"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p1kHSD-5eQ","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.dangermond.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/20140","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.dangermond.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.dangermond.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.dangermond.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.dangermond.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=20140"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"http:\/\/www.dangermond.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/20140\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":20142,"href":"http:\/\/www.dangermond.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/20140\/revisions\/20142"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.dangermond.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=20140"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.dangermond.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=20140"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.dangermond.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=20140"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}