If you heard my drawl...

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then you might not take great stock in these results.  They have me down as "Yankee" and mid-western more than Southern.  My New England edjumication must have ruined me!  LOL

Because, that's why.

Last night, the woman who wants to have sex together asked me why I wasn't giving in to her.  I have been thinking about it all day.  She is quite appealling.  There's nothing physical to stop me from letting her have her way.  But there are things that concern me aside from the common-sensical things, like the insidiousness of things like Herpes.

I realized moments ago that I am old-fashioned and sex to me is a gift, not a sport. I don't think people who sleep together without reason are wrong or bad.  I just think it's not for me.

I do wish I could think differently.  It would quadruple the number of lovers I have known in a short time.  I just can't.  I'm a package deal.  All of my attention comes with everything else about me.  Neurosis, perfectionism, slovenliness, obsessive tendencies, absurd humor and a slight hint of impressive intelligence....

And write to C.  She'll tell you what's good about me... along with words like "cheap date" and "underestimates herself."

I'm sorry, I just can't do superficial sex... just once.

There are no hit-and-run skidmarks on my sheets.

 

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Do we talk like that? Can we?

I am watching "Closer" with Julia Roberts, Jude Law, Natalie Portman and Clive Owen. 

You know, it's brilliant.

It's dirty, edgy and raw and scathingly honest.  This type of movie isn't generally my cup of tea, but it's good.  Hell, it's downright Shakespearean!

There's no wasted dialogue... well, very little of it.

And the lovely thing is... nobody dies.

and then you get over it

So I was moping this morning.  I'm moving on with the day, motivated to fill out job applications.  I was happy to see my co-workers... even the irascible curmudgeon....

and thinking about a conversation I had late last night with a woman who wants to share some private time....

Has anybody seen P2?  Off the radar!  Something I said? Or didn't say?  Am I too late?

What a mess.

Really do not want to go back to work.

Miserable.  Lonely.  Cooked.  Need affection so bad.

Miss V too much.  I was happy for a moment.  Wish I had made her feel the same.

Pathetic.

woman drag queens

It's time to give a big ol' SHOUT to my Sandy, the owner of Bayside Pet Grooming in Port St. Lucie.  I don't think C. will mind me telling you that Sandy is her Mom.  Sandy is a big sweetheart, and this tribute is for her advertising sponsorship in "Out on the Coast," the local glossy mini-mag for people like me....

The first time I saw Sandy was at one of the bars in Port St. Lucie.  It was Kelli Randell's birthday and Cristy and Derek were there.  Kelli took a look at Sandy, with her wild, curly blond hair and ample bosom and asked her if she was a drag queen too.  Sandy's laughter filled the room.  Then Cristy leaned over and said, "That's my mom!"  Wow.

I love my friends.

In his journal, my friend Josh posed the question "What is the difference between love and friendship?"  That's very interesting question and not so easy to answer without some thought.  I pose it to you.  I offer it as a challenge.

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Josh is a young, intelligent, handsome, tall, blonde, heterosexual male. (Sorry, boys!)  He doesn't know too much about the ins and outs of love yet.  Bless him. (Remember when YOU were 21?)