Jade questions, but no answers….
Jade asked me three questions – three more questions. Here they are:
Just one sentence…
Can you think of one sentence that has been:
1. The most erotic anyone has ever said to you?
2. The most genuine?
3. That best captured who you are in words?
i love those questions! i feel like the answers to them are right around the corner of my mind. And i can’t find them.
i was going to try to answer one of them now, but as it turns out, i really can’t. i just don’t know.
i will continue to let them tease me, trying to find my way around the corner of my mind.
Jade, can i come inhale some smoke from your cigarette or your Master’s? Not to actually smoke, just waft the smoke toward me so i can inhale it through my nose, almost like smudging, but you know, not quite.
i read a thing today – an article – about 15 things empaths should do. It was very strange and made me not much want to be an empath. If i even am. But at the time, (just a few minutes ago) i was feeling really overwhelmed with sadness about all the suffering in the world – on frigging Facebook. i know. i should just get off-line. But no.
i gotta read about all the pain and suffering, post after post. Silly. And now – omg
Now – there’s this guy that i knew a long time ago, he had a crush on me back when we were both young. And lately, he’s been all over me on Facebook. Commenting, liking my posts, posting on my timeline.
Right now, as i write this he has private-messaged me. The message starts with a big smiley face icon, wearing glasses, and the content is: “What’s kicking Chicken?”
Seriously. “What’s kicking Chicken?”
It makes me want to run screaming into the night.
i went out with him once, right after i got divorced the second time, because, you know, he’d had this crush on me forever, and it seemed like a good idea, but it was awful. Awful on so many levels, i can’t even tell you.
So i told him it was too soon for me to be dating. And that was that.
But now all of a sudden he’s all over me on Facebook, and i – oh, ugh, i don’t want him to be. It feels icky.
There is just too much sadness for me right now. That’s not anything to do with him, ya know? The sadness is a whole other thing, but then there he is in the middle of it, and it makes me feel so bad that he still — 30 frigging years later – has a crush on me and i can’t stand him.
And he’s not really a nice guy. Ya know? He thinks he is. i guess on some level he is. But he isn’t really
Yeah, enough of that.
i would rather think about Jade’s questions.
The most erotic thing – what was that? who said it? Was it the guy we called The Mad Hatter – the tall, slim man who was the most exotic and erotic person i had ever met? In my 20’s then, and he was soooo fucking sexy. And sophisticated. Well, it was a long time ago.
I thought he was a Dom, and I didn’t even know what a Dom was. Looking back, I think he was just kinky, and maybe he was evil, I’ll never know, cause I ran away from him before i could find out.
The Mad Hatter, he introduced me to bagels and lox and champagne for breakfast, we drank sangria, and he fed me the cherries, tied me up one night with stretchy nylon ties that were always attached to his bed posts. He said they would tighten if i struggled, and he put my hands through them so i could feel them on my wrists and it was so so hot…
It’s time for bed – i won’t post this til morning, but it’s night now. Good night, dear friends…
OH! i’m reading a really fun book – i’ll tell you about it next post. It’s a BDSM romance novel – how cool is that??