Just because I’ve thrown in the towel doesn’t mean I’m not available for fun. Last night my juices were flowing and I pulled out my little black book. With a little determination, I was able to able to get four hours of sweat. I say determination because I got three rain checks due to work schedules. Yes, my little black book is pretty full these days. I love my cubs!
The sad realization I had this morning (as I needed aspirin to help my hangover) is that I haven’t had sex sober since my first post break-up sex with Justin. Is that saying something about my filter? I have to wonder if it is needed? I’m going to have to test my theory next time around.
There have also been two new pen pals. A young cub from Australia has been sending me the most titillating messages. Quite honestly, I love looking at his picture. He’s a model. My man down under has got me all hot and bothered. Wouldn’t this turn you on? I doubt whether this picture is really the man who is writing me. But I’ll stick with the fantasy. He says this picture was for a shoot on Men’s Health. Yes, he has washboard abs. Those are in his private gallery, which I’ve been granted access.
Then there is an appropriately aged gentlemen from Match that has been sending humorous emails. He likes my edge and has checked me off as his favorite. Sad to say he is the only one who has caught my interest. Match.com sucks!
I’ve been working hard making jewelry and avoiding the mess in my workroom. The great thing about what I do is being able to sit in front of the TV and catch up on the Fall rollout. So far I’ve added The New Girl and Up All Night on my DVR. I was disappointed with The Playboy Club and Pan Am. Why are they trying so hard to create intrigue. The setting itself is enough to merit a good storyline.
Yesterday, I saw the season finale of The Big C. Once again, I was drawn to tears, more than any other episode. Not since the fourth season finale of Dexter, when Rita was found murdered with Harrison in a pool of blood, have I been this disturbed by an episode. Photo from TV.com.
Episode 12, with Andrea’s green card betrayal, I couldn’t help thinking about my own marriage. Poor Poppy was judged for her grief and lack of reality. The death of Lee was sad and the return of Shaun was uplifting. How could they possibly top that? In the previews I saw Cathy’s collapse and I thought she was at risk. Not in my wildest dreams did I think it was Paul. Why Paul? I was stunned, as was Cathy. Trying to shake off the melancholy I went to yoga, which only made me ponder on the sad ending even more.
On the bright side Hung and Enlightened are coming out in October. I know the premise of Enlightened is parallel to my state of mind since my separation. I just want to see Laura Dern find her way and give me some inspiration. Let me feel better about myself by showing another woman hit rock bottom and make her way back up. I smell Emmy!
What’s your thoughts on the the fall lineup?
Not sure about the fall line-up yet. lots of potential. I saw TerraNova the other night which was kinda fun, but I don’t think it will hold my attention long.
What is holding my attention is your posts. I try to get to each one. I had no idea how spicy you were when we worked together, but, thinking about it,I probably should have seen it.
It was under your command that I finally started searching for my true self. Ten years later and I’m still looking. Like I said, I didn’t have too much fun in the OC. I was still caught up with conformity and inhibitions. The confidence came with age. My sense of adventure came with travel. Thanks for putting me on the road
You didn’t know how spicy I was even after I dated the guy with the lioncloth? That should have been a big indicator!
You have never been under anyone’s command. You just let them think they are in control.
Is the loincloth guy the digereedo guy from Sedona? The instrument itself should have been a clue!