As a redhead I'm pretty fiery about the things I believe in. I feel passionate about most things; docile or apathetic are not words generally used to describe me.
That brings me to this amazing life that I get to live. Meeting amazing people and having incredible moments with them really does bring something to my life. Having said that, though, I do meet people who sometimes fail to impress. Let me say that a majority meet or exceed my high expectations, but there are always those few. You know who you are (but if you don't...allow me).
The things that really light my fire (in an arson sort of way) are things that really come down to being ignorant of or ignoring basic courtesies.
The first is being late. I could be rabid about this (as I really do my very best to be on time to everything), but it really gets to me. I really try to be flexible, but I really do get bored of hearing about traffic delays. Unless you just fell into a large city from a spaceship that captured you before cars were invented, you realize what traffic patterns exist in your world. Let me tell you, I've lived in NYC, DC, Boston and Houston/Dallas (as far as high traffic areas go) I KNOW what traffic is. I also know that if I ever wanted to be somewhere on time that I left hours early never trusting that it would be a good day. My reliability is my best asset. Please make it yours when dealing with me. Thank you, Mr. Punctual. Heh.
Speaking of time; I really enjoy being with you, honestly I do, but I live my life on a schedule. I go to school, I have dogs that need to be walked, loved and coddled like the spoiled brats I've molded them to be, I have groceries to buy, errands to run, bills to pay and shoes to buy (thank you for your contribution to those last two items - I love you). I find you fascinating and I truly enjoy your company, but I have limits. Those limits don't necessarily start and stop at the hour mark, but if I'm kind enough to not watch that clock, be kind enough to ask me if I have the time to spare on your own. It makes me feel like the extra time I give you is valued. Being taken advantage of is my least favorite activity.
Be a gentleman. The majority of you have this down to an art form. Your graciousness, thoughtfulness and kindness fill me with gratitude and make me so thankful that I get to do this amazing thing that I love so much. Without partners like you this would not be worth doing, so thank you. There are those very few that will, however, go on boards, write reviews and generally speak negatively. I find this to be crass and offensive. If you don't enjoy something about our experience, not telling me immediately effectively takes away your right to degrade and insult me in public forums (not that it should ever happen, but whatever). At least that's my opinion. It doesn't happen much, but when it does it makes doing this a little harder and a little less fun. I really dislike when a person can't help but lose all manners regarding such an intimate experience. The old adage 'if you can't say something nice...' surely should apply here. At any rate, it makes you look unkind and women don't want to see unkind men, so you know. And may I reiterate that there are very few who behave this way, the rest of you make my world go 'round.
So, now that I've gotten this out of the way I hope we can continue to be good friends. I adore meeting you and spending time with you; it has to be one of my favorite activities in the world (if you couldn't tell) and I really am so appreciative that, out of all the beautiful women in the world, you choose me to spend time with. Thank you, thank you, thank you.
Wednesday, October 26, 2011
Sunday, October 23, 2011
10 Things I LOVE
1. Laughing so hard I cry
2. Soft, warm sheets
3. The silence of scuba diving
4. My dogs, my dogs, my dogs
5. Dressing up beautifully
6. Southern comfort food: mac 'n cheese, mashed potatoes, meatloaf
7. Talking to my sons
8. Driving fast on a sunny day with the sunroof open
9. Hearing my family tell me they love and miss me
10. Listening to John Denver's Greatest Hits and thinking about my dad
2. Soft, warm sheets
3. The silence of scuba diving
4. My dogs, my dogs, my dogs
5. Dressing up beautifully
6. Southern comfort food: mac 'n cheese, mashed potatoes, meatloaf
7. Talking to my sons
8. Driving fast on a sunny day with the sunroof open
9. Hearing my family tell me they love and miss me
10. Listening to John Denver's Greatest Hits and thinking about my dad
Saturday, October 22, 2011
Patience is a Virtue
No, silly, I'm not talking about you and the extraordinarily long wait you've had up until now waiting for me to finally post again. I'm talking about me and my complete lack of this virtue.
An ex used to say about me that I was 'in the IG Department.' I asked him what that meant and he simply said 'the Instant Gratification Department.' Truer words were never spoken.
I want this move to happen NOW. I want to be in Vegas NOW. I want, I want, I want and I want it NOW. See?
The worst part, I believe, is that I'm certain that I could have what I wanted now if I just made the herculean effort to make it happen. But then we come to my other flaw (as I only have these two, you know): procrastination.
I know that I need to do things. Not only do I know I need to do them, but I know that I CAN do them. I can do them and get them over with, but noooooo, being on the internet, reading a book, shopping, sleeping, eating, staring off into space are so much more fun/important/distracting than actually doing anything productive.
An example: I have homework (I will be in school in perpetuity). I am an excellent student, especially at research/writing. I actually LOVE school. I love every subject I've ever had unless it begins with 'm' and ends with 'ath.' But I cannot for the life of me START an assignment unless there are only 10 minutes left until it's due. It's the most insane thing I do (that's debatable, I'm sure).
So, anyway, I wrote all of this to say...
can someone come over and help me pack? I ONLY HAVE FOUR DAYS 'TIL I LEAVE. OMG. (look, I have four days to get something done, that's a record!)
An ex used to say about me that I was 'in the IG Department.' I asked him what that meant and he simply said 'the Instant Gratification Department.' Truer words were never spoken.
I want this move to happen NOW. I want to be in Vegas NOW. I want, I want, I want and I want it NOW. See?
The worst part, I believe, is that I'm certain that I could have what I wanted now if I just made the herculean effort to make it happen. But then we come to my other flaw (as I only have these two, you know): procrastination.
I know that I need to do things. Not only do I know I need to do them, but I know that I CAN do them. I can do them and get them over with, but noooooo, being on the internet, reading a book, shopping, sleeping, eating, staring off into space are so much more fun/important/distracting than actually doing anything productive.
An example: I have homework (I will be in school in perpetuity). I am an excellent student, especially at research/writing. I actually LOVE school. I love every subject I've ever had unless it begins with 'm' and ends with 'ath.' But I cannot for the life of me START an assignment unless there are only 10 minutes left until it's due. It's the most insane thing I do (that's debatable, I'm sure).
So, anyway, I wrote all of this to say...
can someone come over and help me pack? I ONLY HAVE FOUR DAYS 'TIL I LEAVE. OMG. (look, I have four days to get something done, that's a record!)
Tuesday, October 11, 2011
10 Things
1. I love, love, love Diet Coke
2. I have a twin sister
3. The height difference between me and said twin sister is 4" (I'm taller)
4. I celebrate my birthday all month long (September)
5. I can deep throat a Corona and drink it all that way (no, I will not show you)
6. I'm an excellent cook when I do cook (but not as good as my twin)
7. I want to move to Barbados and be a dive master forever
8. My favorite color is purple
9. I was a cheerleader in high school
10. I didn't have sex for the first time until I was almost 18
2. I have a twin sister
3. The height difference between me and said twin sister is 4" (I'm taller)
4. I celebrate my birthday all month long (September)
5. I can deep throat a Corona and drink it all that way (no, I will not show you)
6. I'm an excellent cook when I do cook (but not as good as my twin)
7. I want to move to Barbados and be a dive master forever
8. My favorite color is purple
9. I was a cheerleader in high school
10. I didn't have sex for the first time until I was almost 18
Monday, October 10, 2011
Kissing
When warm lips come together in the softest, most gentle of ways and they part with the easing of the tongue, I melt.
When lips touch mine my mind immediately tells me to get closer, to meet and to connect intimately. It says to explore, find, touch, feel. It is an invitation to passion.
I can feel a kiss, if done right, from the top of my head to the tips of my toes. It is an all-encompassing, warm rush of emotion that can say so many things.
Fuck me.
Love me.
Take me.
Be gentle.
Be rough.
If translated correctly it is the thoroughfare to ecstasy.
It can be exploratory, curious, engaging, playful or naughty. To be such a singular act with so many facets is to have an unending way to connect.
I love the wetness of the mouth combined with the softness of lips. Isn't it the most luxurious of textures, to have a soft lips and a wet tongue meet the same? It's as though I'm sliding beneath the cool, soft sheets on the softest of beds; my senses heightened to the intensity of the meeting of these elements. I melt.
Lead me into passion with the taste of your mouth on mine, I will go.
When lips touch mine my mind immediately tells me to get closer, to meet and to connect intimately. It says to explore, find, touch, feel. It is an invitation to passion.
I can feel a kiss, if done right, from the top of my head to the tips of my toes. It is an all-encompassing, warm rush of emotion that can say so many things.
Fuck me.
Love me.
Take me.
Be gentle.
Be rough.
If translated correctly it is the thoroughfare to ecstasy.
It can be exploratory, curious, engaging, playful or naughty. To be such a singular act with so many facets is to have an unending way to connect.
I love the wetness of the mouth combined with the softness of lips. Isn't it the most luxurious of textures, to have a soft lips and a wet tongue meet the same? It's as though I'm sliding beneath the cool, soft sheets on the softest of beds; my senses heightened to the intensity of the meeting of these elements. I melt.
Lead me into passion with the taste of your mouth on mine, I will go.
Sunday, October 9, 2011
Naked
I'm obsessed with nakedness. I think the human form is the most sensual sight. I can find something sexy on anyone, man or woman. Everything about the body gives me an passionate thrill.
I love the curve of the neck, the way a shoulder blade juts out, the slope from back to bottom. I love curves and cuts and valleys, I love texture and form and function. Oh, function, how I love thee.
I love the natural smell of someone. That animalistic, earthy smell that takes me to the most erotic of places. Being tactile means that my hands roam, taking in those textures, those traits that only a man can have. The solid, rough surface that creates a sexual friction causes my blood to boil and my heart to pound.
I can look at a man and immediately crave to have the landscape of his body under my touch. Strangers, friends, men, anyone. Bodies stir something in me that is so primal, as though I need to claw their clothes off to get to their skin. To get to the base of my sexual desires.
Everything else is just bonus.
I love the curve of the neck, the way a shoulder blade juts out, the slope from back to bottom. I love curves and cuts and valleys, I love texture and form and function. Oh, function, how I love thee.
I love the natural smell of someone. That animalistic, earthy smell that takes me to the most erotic of places. Being tactile means that my hands roam, taking in those textures, those traits that only a man can have. The solid, rough surface that creates a sexual friction causes my blood to boil and my heart to pound.
I can look at a man and immediately crave to have the landscape of his body under my touch. Strangers, friends, men, anyone. Bodies stir something in me that is so primal, as though I need to claw their clothes off to get to their skin. To get to the base of my sexual desires.
Everything else is just bonus.
Vegas, Baby!
I went yesterday and signed on my new place in Vegas. It's gorgeous! It's not exactly in the area I wanted to be in, but it's very close to the strip and that works better for the moment.
I have to just mention that I'm not leaving L.A. because the traffic is mind boggling, the smog is...(what IS that?), or the people in Beverly Hills still wear velour (although that makes for a strong case), I'm leaving because Las Vegas feels so perfectly perfect for me.
I always drive in I-15 and as I come up over the hill and see Vegas in the valley below me, I feel this rush of...something. Familiarity? Love? Awe? Yes, yes, yes. While I understand the state of Las Vegas, it never crumbles under that, but rises up almost majestically out of the desert and shines on. I respect that.
I also respect the fact that I can practically drink, get a tattoo (not that I would, ahem), walk barefoot, or wear whatever crazy thing I want to 24 hours a day and fit in! It's like the anti-high school effect! Love!
It's also affordable, fun and easy. Easy in ways that I deem important. Traffic is minimal (Boston, NYC, D.C., L.A. I'm talking to you), shopping is plentiful and mountains. Oh boy, mountains. On a clear day the mountains almost shimmer. It's like a 3-D affect. It can be startling almost. I can think of a lot more things I could dislike beside being startled by beauty.
So, I'm headed there to live in the city I've most found to be like me. Bright, vibrant, entertaining and let's not forget slutty (you thought I was going to say cheap, didn't you? Shame on you!).
See you there!
I have to just mention that I'm not leaving L.A. because the traffic is mind boggling, the smog is...(what IS that?), or the people in Beverly Hills still wear velour (although that makes for a strong case), I'm leaving because Las Vegas feels so perfectly perfect for me.
I always drive in I-15 and as I come up over the hill and see Vegas in the valley below me, I feel this rush of...something. Familiarity? Love? Awe? Yes, yes, yes. While I understand the state of Las Vegas, it never crumbles under that, but rises up almost majestically out of the desert and shines on. I respect that.
I also respect the fact that I can practically drink, get a tattoo (not that I would, ahem), walk barefoot, or wear whatever crazy thing I want to 24 hours a day and fit in! It's like the anti-high school effect! Love!
It's also affordable, fun and easy. Easy in ways that I deem important. Traffic is minimal (Boston, NYC, D.C., L.A. I'm talking to you), shopping is plentiful and mountains. Oh boy, mountains. On a clear day the mountains almost shimmer. It's like a 3-D affect. It can be startling almost. I can think of a lot more things I could dislike beside being startled by beauty.
So, I'm headed there to live in the city I've most found to be like me. Bright, vibrant, entertaining and let's not forget slutty (you thought I was going to say cheap, didn't you? Shame on you!).
See you there!
Thursday, October 6, 2011
Home Sweet Home
Back home and snuggled down in my oh, so soft bed writing this causes me to feel delirious! I'm so glad to be back.
For all of my raging, pent up desire to run around this wild continent (and others, too - where allowed by law) I am never so happy as when I cross the threshold of my own comfortable home after gallivanting here and there. There is nothing like it.
Having said that, this trip reminded me as I stepped up to my door, that I'd soon be leaving here and that made me sad. The beauty of this place is so calming and wonderful. I like the consistency of the weather and how perfect it always is. I'll definitely miss that.
But, my move is a positive move, a move that will bring me closer to a much more permanent home which, at one point, I had absolutely no interest in. Funny how life changes you.
I've lived in Texas, Mississippi, Massachusetts, California (twice), Virginia, DC, New York and Nevada. I get a thrill out of being the master of my destiny and using that power to go where I want. I have had some amazing adventures, learned some things (that black stuff in NYC? Not tar, but dirty, filthy ice - walk slowly - you're welcome) and always looked ahead to the next adventure. But, now, now I want to settle down and have my own space in the same place for years. I hope I can find that in Las Vegas (my heart feels right there).
For now, I'm packing, moving, saying good-bye to my almost brand new friends and hoping that this is the move of my life. Wish me luck!
For all of my raging, pent up desire to run around this wild continent (and others, too - where allowed by law) I am never so happy as when I cross the threshold of my own comfortable home after gallivanting here and there. There is nothing like it.
Having said that, this trip reminded me as I stepped up to my door, that I'd soon be leaving here and that made me sad. The beauty of this place is so calming and wonderful. I like the consistency of the weather and how perfect it always is. I'll definitely miss that.
But, my move is a positive move, a move that will bring me closer to a much more permanent home which, at one point, I had absolutely no interest in. Funny how life changes you.
I've lived in Texas, Mississippi, Massachusetts, California (twice), Virginia, DC, New York and Nevada. I get a thrill out of being the master of my destiny and using that power to go where I want. I have had some amazing adventures, learned some things (that black stuff in NYC? Not tar, but dirty, filthy ice - walk slowly - you're welcome) and always looked ahead to the next adventure. But, now, now I want to settle down and have my own space in the same place for years. I hope I can find that in Las Vegas (my heart feels right there).
For now, I'm packing, moving, saying good-bye to my almost brand new friends and hoping that this is the move of my life. Wish me luck!
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