Sunday, December 28, 2008
Anyway, there he was, standing tall and confident, his lips curved into that same smile that made my heart skip a beat - and turned me into a 16 year old smitten little girl. John was talking up some pretty ladies, and suddenly, I didn't know how to talk to him. Seriously. I mean, I know I invited him, but the security I felt early on in the evening was gone. Just like that. I was older, cuter, more confident, and successful, but yet my feet were frozen in place.
I snapped out of it rather quickly and made my way over. He smiled wider when he saw me, lifting me off the ground and wrapping his arms around me. And for a bit, I felt tingly all over, all the sexual tension we had came rushing back.
He wasn't there too much longer - almost as though he waited for me - but before leaving he laid a soft kiss on my lips with his hands on my hips. What a tease, right?
Chalk it up to the holidays, the desire to reminisce, the desire I had to flirt or the fact that he meant a lot during my teen years, but I couldn't help but feel smitten all over again. I mean, the tension was so sexy...
He's always been about the thrill of the chase, and I am sure, that if I were closer around (than, say, 800 miles away), it wouldn't be quite the same for him. Or would it?
But a girl never forgets it when she's sprung. Or I don't. It doesn't happen too often, after all. :-)
Wish I could say more happened that night. But like my teens, the buck stopped before things ever got very far. Doesn't stop that whole "moth to a flame" thing I feel though.
In the meantime, memories may just have to do - unless he wants to rack up some airline miles on a three day weekend.
There's nothing like the spark of an old flame to excite a girl. :-)
Thursday, December 11, 2008
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Thursday, September 18, 2008
In "Three's Company," we have two girls and a guy, single living in hot, sunny CA... In "The Jeffersons," we have the exploration of an upper middle class Black family.. "All in the Family" breaks down the everyday life of a narrow minded, bigot of a man and his family... And in "One Day at a Time," we have newly divorced Ann Romano taking life into her own hands to start again as a single woman with two teen daughters.
It's the latter I want to take a peek at. I was watching a rerun last night about the main character Ann, and her reluctance to head to a singles bar while her daughters are away. Through coaxing by her friend and neighbor, she goes and witnesses how the "single and ready to mingle" live on a Friday night in 1970s Indianapolis. After witnessing men make the rounds, and the women who accept and reject their advances, she realizes that people need people. And, that's when she is aware of how much she has going for herself.
I LOVE going out. I get to do it less these days as most of my friend are in long term monogamous relationships and spend time with their significant others.
But I notice that when I go out, it's a lot like Ann. Which is when I smiled to myself, realizing I can take a lesson from 70s TV: people out there want something and someone. So the bar scene I go to, although 35 years later, isn't so different.
Who knew? Wondering what I can get out of watching a little Jack Tripper...
Saturday, September 13, 2008
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
Monday, August 25, 2008
Sunday, August 24, 2008
I admittedly didn't stare at his fingers from across the room nor did I stare at them when he gave me his phone number, hands at his side. No, I saw a guy flirting with me, and I did it back.
Now even though this is a prime example to check for the ring, it does worry me a little he didn't think to squelch the situation that night. Nothing happened... But I would be tripped out if my husband did it.
And the crazy thing is he's not the first... One married man (who had no band when I met him) had the nerve to kiss me and then share the fact that he was married.
A gal's gotta wonder: If golden bands mean less, how can you feel confident that he won't buckle to temptation? A little creepy to think that the commitment thing means a little less...