“when I walk into the room, the men all pause”.
Remember that song? I sure do. Friday night at the Red Onion or Bentleys you could find me on the dance floor kick ball-changing and pas-de-buerreing to all the best dance music. Guys would wait by the side and eventually one of them would get the nerve up to dance with us. We thought we were pretty amazing, putting on a show.
I was just at a friend’s 10th anniversary party, it was such a beautiful party held outside at their new house along the water in the Hamptons. They had a dance floor set up and after dinner the music started so of course I got out there right away. While trying to find my groove, I started getting really hot and sweaty and realized yet another hot flash was taking over me, I have them day and night. Now I dance to a different tune… “The men-o-pause when I walk into the room”.
It’s really odd that one day you wake up and you’re in menopause. You never think it’s going to happen to you. I literally sweat day and night. I sleep naked with no covers and Ken is wrapped like a pig-in-a-blanket in our comforter, shivering from the low air con temperature I continually have it on. I’m not crying a lot but I DO want to punch people in the face daily, even my sweet, loving husbands. No wonder so many people get divorced in the their fifties. If he says “did you have a good night’s sleep honey?” I’m like, why the hell is he asking me that, goddamn son of a bitch! I am noticing all those hormone cream ads in magazines where they have sharply dressed women at a restaurant sitting around the lunch table with smiles on their faces because they use this cream and are finally able to have sex that’s not horribly painful. Or maybe they are smiling because they are out to lunch and eating fries with white wine, I don’t know. And don’t even get me started that coffee and alcohol exacerbate the hot flashes because that will make me want to punch you in the face.
William, our new goat (sculpture)