She’s delightful. Let me cut to the chase ~ Fiona and her kids are charmers.
They got to town yesterday afternoon. I had some down time in the late afternoon, so i invited them to stop by my office.
“Are you sure?” Fiona texts me. “Three children you know.” That makes me laugh, yes, i know that. And yes, that’s really ok.
i go downstairs to meet them. There’s a blonde woman with a phone in her hand, and i have my phone in my hand, and for a second i think that might be Fiona, and i’m thinking she doesn’t look like her picture, only of course it’s not her, and the real Fiona waves and get out of her car and wraps me in a wonderfully warm hug.
Her children spring out of the car like ~ well, like they’ve been shut up in a moving vehicle all day long. They are delightful. Bright and funny, super polite and yet comfortable in their own skin, if you know what i mean. Really, they steal the show.
Fiona is lovely. Physically, she reminds me of an Irish lass, maybe in a Nora Roberts novel. And it’s clear that her children come by their charm naturally. She’s warm and down to earth and funny ~~
~~ and you would never know she’s the fiona of screaming orgasms and sore nipples, blow jobs and spankings. No, you really wouldn’t.
But you would like Fiona immensely. And her children, who delight me for a good half an hour sharing bits and pieces of their lives, the way kids will when they first meet someone they can tell likes them. i think of ‘Nilla’s kids, and Sir’s grandkids, all of whom are bright and funny and quirky enough to be interesting. i’d love to see that crew together ~ omigosh, it gives me hope for the universe after we’re gone!
Then Fiona sweeps her kids back out of my office, heading off to the hotel. We plan to connect for dinner later.
She actually texts me in a bit and apologizes for her children, saying she feels like they swept in like a tornado. Our Fiona is an apologizer. But they’re a blast, a tornado of interesting thoughts, funny ideas, and sharp perceptions from people just discovering the world.
We meet later, and Sir joins us for dinner. i’m anxious for a minute ~ you know how it is ~ will they like each other? But there’s no need to worry. Sir’s quirkiness and theirs meshes just fine, and i can relax and enjoy.
Much later, when we’re home, Sir says, “So that’s Fiona?” We’d been calling her by her vanilla name all night of course.
“Yes, Sir,” i say.
He nods. “And she blogs? And reads your blog?”
“And she and her husband are into this too ~ into the lifestyle?”
He nods. “So, hmmmm, she knows a whole lot more about me right now than I know about her, doesn’t she?”
i can only laugh, “Yes, Sir, i suppose she does. But you know, you could go read her blog and then you’d know a whole lot more about her if you wanted to.” But he just shakes His head.
Tomorrow, we’re off to a museum ~ stay tuned, good times ahead.