Recently, due to Arctic Blast 2007 (i.e. a quarter-inch of sleet upon these Dallas roadways), a much-anticipated night of drinking, fooling around and Sopranos was nixed. Did I sulk? Well, hell yes, I did. And then I did some more. But after that, pouting began to bore me and I hit upon a mission: I was gonna make a goddamn sock monkey. Why the flip did this occur to me? Well, I'd talked it up for many years, seeing as how my grandmother gave me one when I was six or seven and it was subsequently so cherished and frequently hugged that the tail developed a hole at the end. As it turns out, my friends listen to me on occasion, so I was gifted with this kit at Christmastime this year. Though my original hosiery simian was far more tricked out than this one, with a red gingham dress and hat that had lace trim, this nostalgia-fueled, red felt vested ape would do nicely on a blustery, pissy winter's night . Besides, the original mon-chi-chi was lost. Generally speaking, I'm n
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There was some fooling, but no actual screwing. There was a whole lot of kind of snuggly snoozing, which was weird, cause we'd never met before.
But what can I say, give me a bear and a cave and a grey blustery day and I fall to pieces.
So I'm trying not to have any expectations. But I still do. :)
And I'm still learning.... kind of a dating novice (silly at my age but had a couple of bad breakups and for a lot of years just didn't take any action on the topic). Not calm, collected or smooth in any way.... hehe.
Happy Birthday! WE are still young, my thirties have been my best yet. I'm 36 and today was the first time I didn't remember my age, I couldn't remember if I was 36 or 37, so that happens later on for you. ha. I enjoy your blog. Mine is www.juliepoolie.blogspot.com if you get super bored. I found yours b/c you like some of the same books I do.