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I feel as bloated as a pissed-off puffer fish today. I don't know why I didn't make the connection before but my Nympho Bunny state is also due to the same reason why I also feel like Super Fugu.
It's that time of the month when it's my prerogative to put the blame for being the biatch that I am on Mother Nature.
Aunt Flo, Aunt Flo go away
Come again another day
Cheeky Foxxy wants to play
In other news, I almost got to meet the current man of my dreams (literally ‒ because I do dream of him in my strange way) the other day but due to my mental capacities being overcome by the deep blue funk I was in, I didn't take his invitation seriously and let it slide. I was later told that he had cancelled all his New Year's Eve plans (which involved a bevy of skimpily clad nubile beauties, no less) just so that he could be there for me. Now, if that doesn't deserve a 3-Kleenex cry of I'm-absolutely-touched tears, I don't know what does.
I wrote about him a few posts ago, this most scintillating man that a woman like me (yes… idiosyncrasies, warts and all) can hope to spend time with. These past couple of weeks have been spent ‘dancing’ with him -- he who intrigues me greatly, who tremendously fires my imagination. I use the word ‘dancing’ because to me that is what two people with a certain ‘chemistry’ between them do ‒ the steps in tandem, the flirtatious glances, the back and forth, the bending and swaying… all done to the rhythm that is life, the beat that drives them towards… the inevitable? (Sometimes what one thinks is inevitable may be very.. err.. evitable after all! -- Ed.)
After weeks of this intricate (and intriguing) tango that has left me with sleepless nights imagining his warm bare skin against mine, our bodies moving in perfect tandem to the age-old rhythm of the most primordial dance known to man (hey, a girl can fantasise, right?)… I think I am ready to meet him. I have always had the feeling though that he either is not ready to meet me or perhaps is too polite to tell me that he's not interested in me in 'that way' but would like to remain online friends. I am never one to push to meet up because 'do unto others.. yadda yadda...' (I hate to be 'pushed' to do anything, unless it's a hand at the back of my head asking me to suck a nice, hard cock deeper ) Whatever it is, his impromptu invitation on NY's eve came as a complete surprise... and warmed my cold, cold heart.
Looong week ahead. One that I am not looking forward to. I should be starting the new year with more… verve but here it is only the third day and I feel like I need to intravenously hook myself up to a caffeine-drip. Hope everyone else is having a better week than I am!
1/3/2006 10:31 pm
Happy new year 2006~~~ ^_^ |
new year new style~~~ go>go>go!