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There are good men and bad men out there. I have loved and learned from both. The most important lesson I learned is that a man should be judged by the way he makes you feel, not by the way he looks, the size of his bank account, his hands, or his feet.After you've read Lessons Learned, perhaps you will understand why I tend to shy away from rich, powerful men who treat women like trophies on their arms, or the prize in a box of Cracker Jacks, neither of which I am content to be. Give me a blue-collar worker that treats me like the queen of his universe, please!As for you, my dear readers, go forth and strive to make your mate, your partner, your lover, your spouse, or your child feel like the most remarkable person on the planet, and they will respond ten-fold. If you have not as yet found that absolute match, that perfect person, your soulmate (I know it seems cliche but believe me, soulmates do exist; I know, I found mine), perhaps my lessons will help you find him or her before your time on this amazing Earth runs out.But most importantly, I hope you learn to be good to yourself.Look on the bright side.Love like there is no tomorrow.Make your dream a reality.Write that book.Run that marathon.Eat that cake. (Sorry, that was for me, there's some in the fridge).

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Publié par	Austin Macauley Publishers
Date de parution	31 août 2020
Nombre de lectures	0
EAN13	9781645753933
Langue	English

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Lessons Learned from the Men I Have Loved & a Few I Loathe
Diana O’Donnell Moreno
Austin Macauley Publishers
2020-08-31
Lessons Learned from the Men I Have Loved & a Few I Loathe About the Author Dedication Copyright Information © Foreword Chapter 1. Daddy’s Girl Chapter 2. What Roy Rogers Didn’t Tell Me Chapter 3. A Man in Uniform Chapter 4. Bye-Bye, Bill! Chapter 5. And Along Comes Bob Chapter 6. Carol—And John Chapter 7. Don’t Let George Do It Chapter 8. In the Wink of an Eye Chapter 9. Edifying Eddy Chapter 10. Willie Is (Almost) Always Wonderful Chapter 11. Juan and Two Chapter 12. Kevin Got It When I Didn’t Chapter 13. Henry Kissinger Isn’t for Kissing Chapter 14. Right on the Mark. Sigh Chapter 15. Roger Wasn’t Just Randy Chapter 16. Louie, The Love of My Life Chapter 17. And Then Louie Was Gone Chapter 18. Steve Said, “Thank-Yew, Thank-Yewveramuch.” Chapter 19. Jimmying His Way into My Heart Chapter 20. Gentle Glen Chapter 21. The Man from Long Ago Chapter 22. Grazie, Grazie, Giuseppe and Gino! Chapter 23. Outnumbered by Noah Chapter 24. Under Adam’s Fig Leaf Chapter 25. Barry and Chaz, Bombast and Chaos Chapter 26. Back Atcha, Benny! Chapter 27. Kindle Is a Verb, Not a Device Chapter 28. Waiting on Joaquin Chapter 29. Wow, Wow, Wow , Joaquin! Chapter 30. Master and Commander Chapter 31. Reawakening Jason Chapter 32. Jason Has His Eyes Opened Chapter 33. What Son No. 1 and Eric Idle Both Know Chapter 34. One Final Lesson. from Son No. 2 Afterword Acknowledgements
About the Author
Diana O’Donnell Moreno grew up in Torrance, California, near the beach cities of Hermosa and Redondo. After a long career in sales and marketing she turned to her first love, writing, to fill the void left by the loss of her husband. Diana currently resides in Las Vegas, Nevada and has two sons and five grandchildren living in California and Pennsylvania.
Dedication
Dedicated to my one true love, my Louie, Luis Robert Moreno. You taught me so much in the twenty-six years we had together. I know you’re popping the buttons off your heavenly wings as you see how far I have come since you left this world.
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Diana O’Donnell Moreno (2020)
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Moreno, Diana O’Donnell
Lessons Learned from the Men I Have Loved & a Few I Loathe
ISBN 9781645753919 (Paperback)
ISBN 9781645753926 (Hardback)
ISBN 9781645753933 (ePub e-book)
Library of Congress Control Number: 2020914252
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Foreword
The constantly twisting and turning road we call Life, begins the moment we draw our first breath, scream our arrival or quietly open our eyes. Climb steep hills or tumble head first into deep valleys. Choose a path at crossroads and forks in the road. Make decisions that leave us feeling brave or cowardly. The choice is ours. No one else can ultimately make it for us. Influence yes, decide no. When you make your choice, dear reader, and the end result is not what you’d hoped, you can learn from the experience. To embrace change or wallow in self-pity. Yes, the choice is ours.
For me, I choose to embrace new experiences. Some are fabulously wonderful. Others, not so much. But above all, I have learned from each experience . First as a sweet, wide-eyed, innocent-as-the-day-is-long child, then as a slightly-on-the-wild-side, I-know-everything teenager, later as a forced-to-mature-way-too-soon young adult, and finally, at this stage of my life, an I-may-be-old-but-I-refuse-to-act-it senior citizen.
Growing up in a household of mostly women, which included my mother and two sisters—one younger and one older—the only daily exposure I had to the male gender was my father. Although I loved my mom and sisters, I have always been drawn to men. Men are my favorite gender because of their machismo. Maleness. Instructions-are-to-be-used-only-as-a-last-resort attitude. Ah yes, men are my weakness and this book is filled with lessons learned from the over two hundred men I have known and admired during my years on this planet. My dad. Two husbands—one I divorced and the other whose life ended far too soon. My two sons, and their sons. Men I have worked with and for, and men I have had mad crushes on, dated, and/or slept with. The lessons are real, based on facts that I may or may not have taken certain literary liberties to enhance or minimize. Some names have been changed to protect the innocent, as well as those guilty of hurting me either intentionally or unintentionally, and, of course, to prevent lawsuits.
To the men who have traveled in and out of my life, see if you can find yourselves amongst the pages of my book. Do not be offended if you didn’t make the grade … this time. Perhaps you will in my next book if you were (or are) wonderfully or tragically memorable enough.
To my readers, feel free to use my book any way you wish—as a delightful reminder of the fun you’ve had in your own life or to live vicariously through my escapades. Or use my lessons as fodder for provocative discussions with your friends. If you are easily offended by risqué behavior, you may wish to forego reading, as it is deliciously naughty, but then again it might be just what the doctor ordered to add a little spice to your life.
So, grab your favorite beverage, kick off your shoes, and get ready to laugh, cry, and—hopefully—be thoroughly entertained by Lessons Learned from the Men I Have Loved & a Few I Loathe.
Chapter 1. Daddy’s Girl
I came into this world kicking and screaming, the middle child of three daughters born to a lower middle-class family living on the poor side of town near the beach cities in Los Angeles County, California.
Mama was feisty at five foot one and a half inches tall (don’t forget that half inch), weighing in at just shy of a hundred pounds. Her baby-fine, stick-straight auburn hair was permed and bobby-pin-dried into tight curls, as was the fashion at that time. Creamy ivory skin provided the perfect backdrop for her big, ocean-blue eyes. With a gorgeous to-die-for figure of full breasts, tiny waist, firm round hips, and shapely petite legs, she was unknowingly the envy of her peers and the object of desire to many a man, young and old alike, and at the age of fourteen, she was already engaged to a local boy. That is, until Daddy came into the picture. Oh yeah, my daddy was a sight to behold, a force to be reckoned with, a soldier in uniform.
Mama and Daddy met at Banning Park in Wilmington, California during the tumultuous years of World War II. After the bombing of Pearl Harbor, Banning Park was commandeered as an Army base to protect the Port of Los Angeles in nearby San Pedro. Many a young girl envisioned meeting and marrying a heroic soldier, including my tiny mama and her tall, blonde friend, Trudy. After school one Friday afternoon, under a bluer-than-blue sky, the teenaged girls decided the time was right and crossed the street to walk through the park. They paused occasionally to bolster their courage. Choosing the playground swings to exhibit some sense of nonchalance, they settled in the wide strips of black leather that served as seats and, with their feet barely reaching the sand beneath them, slowly swung back and forth, hoping a handsome soldier would notice and give them a push. Oh, to feel a man’s hands on their bodies must have seemed like an unattainable fantasy.
Ladies’ man that he was, Daddy immediately spotted the girls and got his friend Smitty’s attention by nodding toward the swings. Little did my daddy know he would soon fall in love with the auburn-haired pixie perched on the swing. All he knew was that his five-foot-ten, one-hundred-sixty-pound, tightly muscled body was suddenly reduced to a spineless jelly fish at the sight of the pint-sized beauty. Daddy’s light brown crew cut hair, although styled with pomade in an attempt to tame its unruliness, nearly stood on end as his hazel green eyes grew wide with unexpected pleasure. He stood behind Mama and slowly began to push her. “My name’s Frank, what’s yours, sweetheart?” Mama answered sweetly, “Wanda. My name’s Wanda.” Dark haired, good-looking Smitty introduced himself to Trudy but there was no spark. It was Mama and Daddy’s time. Mama was so entranced by the dashing young man that she invited him to Sunday dinner with the family, and thus began a romance that lasted over fifty years.
Frank and Wanda were married on June 24, 1943 and spent one night together before Daddy was transferred to Washington State. Grandma told Mama to be brave on her wedding night because she would be forced to endure terrible, hurtful things, but to close her eyes, lay still and it would soon be over. That night, out of sheer terror, Mama locked herself in the bathroom of the tiny motel room and refused to come out. Daddy had just one precious night to make love to his be