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Now, ain't this some shit?
Now, ain't this some shit?
This has been one bust ass busy week, and it's getting ready to get even worse.
Still, I have managed to get in some fun... or at least try to anyway.
First, I had dinner with someone I recently met. But he's Mr. Clean, and we know THAT shit ain't gonna work out.
That's right babies... I drink, I cuss and I smoke... and I enjoy it too.
Still, I do want to say to those who have a problem with my language:
My dears, I use vulgarity not because I must, but because I rather enjoy it.
I consider it to be a given right to speak the way I choose, when I choose, and where I choose. It's another communication tool.
And because I do have some level of class, I don't shout out obsenities in church, around old people, or even in other people's blogs---unless they utilize a good cuss too. (And by the way, cussing and cursing are VERY different things in my estimation).
So, I will demand my freedom of speech. Those who don't like it can kiss my moon-tanned ass.
*laughing* Sometimes, it just can't be summed up better.
So, I do believe I would tramatize THAT poor man. I'm trying to find a good way to extricate myself from that situation.
THEN...and this just does something bad to my self-esteem, and makes me laugh at the same time.
I don't find myself attracted to many men...I just don't, but when there's a little zip there that I feel and that seems to be returned, I'm certainly not shy about smiling and introducing myself.
So, I hit on this man at the Mexican restaurant. Really, that's what happened. No point in trying to be formal with it or rationalize it, I was just in that mood, and I went ahead and made friends with the couple and their friend sitting beside me at dinner. Turns out he was single and had a calm sort of attitude but one that I sensed was well developed to cover the nature of a true bad ass.
Only matured badasses have that way about themselves, and here's a truth I've discovered...it's the only kind of man I want close enough to me to give him wicked, hot dreams for the rest of his life.
He may not even recognize himself as such, he may mistakenly believe that he's an ordinary guy... ah, but there's some tale there of survial. I sense it. I know it. I will find it again.
So, of course, I had to investigate this, and gave him my card so he could contact me if he wanted.
The man e-mails me, and we speak on the phone a couple of times and had a good time. We decide that we'll wait until the new year to go out. Just busy schedules.
And then... the man just disappeared.
Yesterday, out of curiosity more than anything, I called him and said "Hi, K. This is Angelique."
He sounded genuninely pleased, but surprised to hear from me.
I think that the man forgot about me, ya'll. This wounds me and makes me laugh at the same time. Damned, I understand being busy, but I was FORGOTTEN AGAIN??? Ain't that some shit?
Okay... so K. says that he'll be in touch, but I still haven't heard from him yet. I guess he forgot again. *snicker*
Instead of taking this as evidence that maybe I am *not* as wonderful as I think I am, I'm just going to try and remember that when someone's life is that busy, it's best to send them off with well wishes.
I'm watching and waiting though. Somehow, I'm sensing in the air that something glimmering is coming my way.
Let's hope it's not razor blades.
1/7/2006 3:21 am
Don't sweat the small bumps on life's road lovely one. If it wasn't for those now and then we wouldn't appreciate the ride of a Lincoln TownCar quite so much. Plus, I for one, like the way you cuss. A good Irish lass learns to curse while taking her first step. The first time she falls down she looks at her parents and says, " what|
the fuck are you two doing anyway? I thought that the goddamn crawling was doing just fine plus I don't have so friggin' far to fall!" Good cussing is a real art form and should be savored as much
as good sex.
1/7/2006 4:30 pm
Those who don't like it can kiss my moon-tanned ass. ROFL! I HEAR YA i OFTEN TELL PEOPLE THEY CAN KISS MY BLACK ASS,BUT MOONTANNED NOW THATS CLASSIC|
2/28/2006 8:07 am
Perhaps he saw the glimmer in you eye or your wicked little smile and got frightened off? His loss. |