Sugar and Spice

'She went her unremembering way, She went and left in me, The pang of all the partings gone, And partings yet to be.' - Francis Thompson

In my last post, I was all aflutter over my new beau. We are alike, he and I, in that we show an excellent face upon first meetings but have some ick underneath. Our second date, I took him to dinner and then back to mine where I must admit, I was hoping for another hot shag like the last time. No such luck, Gattina. He was too tired and so asked for a wee kip. I woke him an hour later and he went home to sleep. Okay. He said he was looking forward to the party Saturday so I set myself to prepare for that.
Friday night, my future husband came over and shagged the hell out of me while I acted creepy. That's one way to handle my moodiness! An excellent way.
My new beau phoned to ask if he might bring his flatmate to the party. An odd thing to do but I figured any male would try to wrangle an invite since basically every stripper in town would be there. After being an hour late to collect me, my date asked if the party was out of doors. I said it was but that it was at the gal's house. Good, he said, so we can go shag in there and rejoin the party. Cheeky bloody idiot! I had just met his mate and was a bit horrified at my beau's lack of respect. I proceeded to get of my face on whiskey and make a phonecall for a trip to Zog. Now he was horrified that I spoke so plainly in front of his mate. Why the hell did he bring that guy to begin with?! My mates think those two are lovers. Wow. Never a dull moment, my dears. Never.
I am horribly blocked in writing my novel at the moment and have managed to catch and incubate every American illness that has come through town recently. WTF? But I must not whinge. I am still having a marvelous time and can't bloody wait for Germany next month! I also have my brother's birthday celebration next week. We have planned it at the poof place of the moment. I understand the drag shows are quite something to see. I will tell you all about it, of course, and it is bound to be a memorable post! If I can get into this much trouble just sitting at home, I imagine it will be a veritable (or literal) orgy of a night!

No One Likes to Queue

'And while the law of competition may be sometimes hard for the individual, it is best for the race, because it ensures the survival of the fittest in every department.' - Andrew Carnegie

I just adore my suitors! My cousin continues to press me and tempt me and logic me into commitment. He is married but separated. In my mind, until his divorce I am fair game sooooo...
I lost my bartender for refusing to get serious and decided to give internet dating services a go. I have been buried under e-mails and 'winks' ever since! Where in the devil have all these single men been hiding?! I had an absolutely lovely date on Sunday with a gorgeous guy who I really like. My brother says we two are a proper 'match'. How many other people have I met since high school Latin who say 'semper ubi sub ubi'? Yes, our Gattina is a sex kitten but at her core she is pretty geeky as well. So what makes a great date?

He was 15 minutes late because he couldn't resist buying a giant pumpkin at a roadside farm.

I mentioned on our walk that I hold hands with my brother often and my date took the cue and my hand.

He kissed me gently... and then not so gently...

He liked watching me cook and held my waist while I was at the stove.

He had seconds.

Together, we explained geeky Latin jokes to my brother.

He listened.

He talked.

We kissed.

I am seeing him again this evening and looking forward to it. I am also taking him to a Samhain party on Saturday. I am going as a zombie and he is going as my chew victim. Hehe. I am slated to meet a delectable doctor this weekend as well but have no idea where to fit him in! Ummm, so to speak...

Wild Cat

'We are like lutes once held by god. Being away from his warm body fully explains this constant yearning.' - Hafiz

Yes, I yearn. I yearn and hope and dream. I also live in the moment. I wager you've been wondering what I have been up to...
I acquired a new toy. A bartender. An Irish bartender. Tasty. Not my type at all but tasty none-the-less. He bit my face. Three times!!! I couldn't walk for days after our first shag. He is coated in tattoos and has both nipples pierced. He is rough and fun and sweet. The problem? A daughter. Gattina does not share her daddies. Full stop.
So what to do with that boy? Had a mate explain I don't want anything more than a shag. He didn't get it. I took him out to the car and shagged him in the backseat. Told him I don't even want to know his kiddo's name. Nowt to do with me. Innit.
After several more shots and some memory loss, I ended up at my mate's shagging her and her husband. And the body count rises...
So I have this, not so distant but not illegal either, cousin that has been trying to talk me into settling down with him and living happy ever after for basically my entire life. He has finally worn me down enough that I am wavering. He is tall, dark, handsome, brilliant, and willing to live overseas with me. I have given him some conditions to fulfill to earn my acceptance but in the interim, I am shagging him also. I am going to need a queue setup in the hall outside my bedroom soon! Hehe. Yay, me!

Starts and Stops

'Always do sober what you said you'd do drunk. That will teach you to keep your mouth shut.' - Ernest Hemingway

Waiting can be so very uncomfortable. I am sick to death of the American passport office and am starting to think they are just taking the piss! Let me stop that wasted anger now. They don't care if I am angry.
I am running, writing, and watching the weather change. I read over e-mails from 2001 to present last night and felt very humbled by how much I have been loved and by so many! I then remembered Krishna telling me has never truly loved a woman (even his lovely wife of 9 years) and I stopped. Giving yourself to others without restraint is a choice. Sometimes we waste our efforts but if we really give, can we lose? I don't think so. This is a passage from 'Fear of Truth' written by a very talented poet named Kelli Factor Gibson. I am honoured to name her as a friend.

'Tell me what you want me to know.
Not what you think I want to hear.
It changes not, my love for you,
And I do love you, not just in words.
I love you with my heart, from a place no one has yet touched.
A place I keep, selfishly for you.
I love you with appreciation, kindness, caring, warmth, fondness, devotion, acceptance, loyalty, abandon, desire, friendship.
I love you with anger, hatred, loss, pain, longing, wanting, jealousy, obsession, fear, rebellion, regret, betrayal.
I love completely, wholly, possessively.
My love is neither good nor bad, for it encompasses all things.
As we accept other's and ourselves, good and bad, so too, should we accept love.'

When we give everything, that includes the ugly bits. It is too sad that people are so arrogant as to expect only our best sides, the ones that don't hurt and fight and cry. How did they become so entitled?! No one can meet such expectations and no one should have to. I ask you all to bring a bit of tolerance into your adventures. I will try to as well. I wouldn't want a 'perfect' lover and I wouldn't want to be one. Well, let me qualify... I would like to be a perfect lover but not a perfect person! Hehe. Innit. :)