Showing posts with label sexy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label sexy. Show all posts

Thursday, November 19, 2009

Strictly Come Skyping!!!

Oh my gosh!
I have just had the most hilarious conversation on Skype with Dear Friend (DF).
After almost an hour of talking about other stuff, we end up talking about dancing (my passion).
She does West Coast Swing (WCS), a fairly sensual, smooth dance, and I do Ceroc, much faster with other different dance influences.
We started discussing how manly and sexy (or NOT) our respective men were on the dance floor.
But it took a personalised, visual demonstration by her of her man to have me in hysterical laughter.
To say that my sides hurt and cheeks ache from chuckling so much, is an understatement.
She was lamenting that she didn't find her man sexy when he strutted his stuff and she followed that with the most hilarious, comedic version of him moving the way that she wanted him too.
She said that she wanted to scream at him to be "more manly!!!"
And with that she did a pelvic thrust and grabbed her crotch.
(Very MJ-esque).
My man on the other hand can dance, both manly and sexy.
I feel very lucky.

Thursday, October 8, 2009

What is on offer?

Something a very dear friend said to me the other night on the phone, is "what has he got to offer you?"
I had just spent the evening out with DC (or new-ish man). We talked for 3 hours. We sat on a couch in a pub drinking one drink each, talking. He had been very animated and excited because of the weekend he'd just had and was telling me lots of little anecdotes and funny stories. But we also talked about us. About how we'd become intimate very quickly instead of getting to know each other first. Very early on he'd said that he wasn't sure he could 'give' me what I wanted and he reiterated that same statement. He comes with more baggage then I do. He still has many ties to his ex that need to be resolved and he's worried about hurting me.
This made me think.
My friend also told me "to keep my options open".
The thing is, is that I like this man. Not just how he makes me feel, but what he has to say, how he thinks, his opinions. I find him interesting and funny and very sexy.
Why is it so wrong to want to keep seeing him?
It's only wrong if he doesn't want the same thing.
And so I've given myself and him a time frame to see 'what happens'. The thought of this is making me feel sad, tearful, this isn't what I want. I want him, but it has to be a two-way street.
I know that I deserve someone who wants to give me everything and I don't just mean material things. In fact, I don't mean material things at all. But someone who will be my partner in life.
The potential here is huge, but then so is disappointment of rejection.
My glass is still half full.
And as my Pops used to say, "it ain't over til the fat lady sings!"


I'm finding it hard to read what I've written.
This isn't how I want this relationship to go.
I still feel the potential for amazing and wonderful is still possible.
The butterflies are still resident.

Sunday, September 20, 2009

New Addiction

I was given my first Mac 4 years ago and an iPod Classic last year for my birthday.
Pandora's box was now officially open.
After an initial frustration with it and not knowing my 'key strokes', I soon fell head over heels in love with it.
I'm not sure that I've ever been so in love with anything that wasn't human and male.....
Over time, I got to know the ins and outs of this beloved beast and treasured my time with it.
Alas, moving slower then molasses, the fateful day came some time last winter, when it decided to give up the ghost and move on to greener (or in it's case, bluer) pastures.
Oh no - disaster!
What was I going to do?
Thankfully my boss stepped in and saved the day.
Being a gadget man, he liked to update everything.
The latest Mac, iPod, iPhone etc.....
So he donated his spare iMac to me, saying that it was mine for as long as I worked with him.
The man is the epitome of generosity.
This new iMac opened up ever more doors of possibilities.
I was madly in love, again.
At least I was until last Friday, when I found myself walking into The Carphone Warehouse and changing my mobile phone contract from Orange (I had been a very loyal customer) to O2.
Why?
Quite simply.....
In a word.....
The iPhone.
Oh my gosh! Let the gushing begin.
This is the creme de la creme of all mobile phones.
It is exactly what my brother said to me, "a sexy phone".
And I will even take an insult from my best friend, who called me a 'bitch' when I told her I had an iPhone now.
I am now almost complete.
Once I have my delicious Macbook, my life will be fulfilled.
Oh joy! What more could I ask for, eh?