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| NinjaBitch |
I'll start with a nod to all the nod-worthy folks on the forum. It's been quite a stretch since I last posted. I've been busy with work and shopping at non-Tesco type facades and feeling the impressionable inseams of finely tailored suits.
Other than that I have nothing to report. Oh, but of course I could ramble on about my pursuits in PERL and my omnipotence with XML tags. I'd love to wander lazily through my many trials of non-phallic bananas and their ability to persevere during strawberry season. Alas, I fear you only care to hear of my trials with fabric and their contents.
When we last visited, the Bitch was pursuing post-kiss-bliss (pkb) with the Artist and having little luck with delving deeper into the realms of infinite intimacy, her own inhibitions being the most prominent stumbling block in that pursuit.
Oh! Oh! Oh! That's what I can tell you. Speaking of art that is…someone paid actual money for something I painted! I hung some requested colo(u)r schemed…have I told you this already? I'm really pleased with myself so I tell everyone multiple times so you'll just have to suffer through it again if that's the case! My friend wanted some paintings for her waiting room and specifically paintings to match her chairs or some other such matching nonsense. So I bought some of the appropriate colo(u)rs, in oil – something I never work with so you can imagine the horrors I might have produced. Indeed I painted something slightly lame (in my humble opinion) and we hung them up with my artists name and some ridiculous artsy-fartsy price to make them seem more … eh…intriguing – naturally, they were never intended for sale. Somebody liked them and bought them. . . without negotiating the price! Go figure?! This was months ago but I'm still over the moon about it! You just never know…is it trash or is it art and what fool and their money will come along and part?
Okay, back to the pkb. There wasn't any, bliss that is. He and I finally put all our cards on the table and well… we like each other, we are attracted, and neither are sure we are ready for whatever it is we are not going to do with/for/to each other. We are allowed to flirt, and cuddle, and be socially affectionate as we have been for the past years. We decided that kissing could be addictive and might lead to more dangerous territory and is therefore “verboten”. It looks lame when I put it in writing – but really we seemed cool about taking a step back from the kiss and sticking with our cool, or cooled down, friendship.
My playful side sees this forbidden thing as a challenge and half wonders if it was meant to be put that way. My mischievousness dictates, “We'll see just how long this no kissing thing lasts. Mwahahaha!” Although it has lasted quite some time as it is, I'd suggest that's due to our not having seen each other for weeks on end and when we do it's been in, at, or around venues and events were kissing is highly discouraged (i.e. artsy-fartsy things). I'm not in any hurry mind, he's as chronically single as I am so I know where to find him if I need him for emergency kissing or something more tame. I'm not fretting, not really. Please don't read into this that I'm fretting – it's blog, I'm simply expressing.
If I were my friend and heard this story, I'd probably tell me to get over myself and just do it/him already. All this dancing around is limiting the evolution of what may or may not be an expression of something which may or may not blossom into something which may or may not be life changing. I'm 31.9 and should be ready to embark on something very, very special with someone equally special, but for some ill fated reason I'm not. What's more, I actually thought I heard a clock ticking a few months back while riding the subway (tube)! Luckily it turned out to be the collective clock tick coming from the gaggle of young women sitting in the seats behind me. A narrow escape to be sure!
I am a Bitch, in relative terms, and I can do a good Ninja now and then, but I'm not so different than other woman. I have no idea what I want and thus, left wanting.
Don't cry for my Argentina (or reader). In the interim I have two new play partners. One is a young man who is delightful and dangerous (in the kissing-is-dangerous kind of way) and sparks my imagination in a way that it hasn't been sparked in ages. The other is a young woman who is as sweet as a sweet thing and probably the masochist who will be my undoing. I'm very content with our respective arrangements and while I long for something else, I'm happy to long for it whilst in such fine company. (I told you I wasn't fretting.)
It's summer so my bike and I are once again exceedingly familiar. I've already had a biking holiday and laid down 300 miles. My posterior region still hurts. I went on my own so as to maximize my encounters with other touring types. I was successful in this quest and had a decent amount of good clean fun. The weather held, so unlike my Danish bike trip last year I have pictures of things other than sheets of rain.
It's Father's Day where I come from so I got on the ole computer and sent a fruit basket. A fruit basket you say? Not chocolate or sausages or other more manly fair? Nope. A big ole fruit basket with actual fruit heaving over the sides. The reason for this healthy gifting is that my dear ole dad is officially part cow -and I really wish he'd feel better soon so I can razz him endlessly about it. I've already sent him a card with a pair of smiling swine on the front which I added a dialog bubble to which states, “We're safe honey, he went with cow!” And of course there are an endless number of cards to send with cows on the front, many of which I've already purchased and addressed and acquired appropriate postage for their Californian destination. It's bad enough to be deprived of the best sunshine on the planet, but to be so far away when someone you love is being bovine assimilated and recovery is long and painful is pure torture!! So the update is; I may not stay in der Fatherland all that long after all. It'll have been 8 years this week, long enough!
Although I may be doomed to stay here if the government can't pull it's head out long enough to repair the economy…but that's another topic for another forum.
And lastly, then you should consider yourself fully updated, I replaced my dinosaur of a laptop with a groovy little nettop to tide me over until I decide if I want the big badass HP laptop or the big badass 24” iMac. Polar opposites, I know! See how difficult it is being me?
