Sunday, December 10, 2017

Let's Hear it for the Boy!



Dearest Sillies,
Oy, the holidays are coming! Yikes, right?
I have a few friends who boycott the holidays. To that I say: Congratulations.
To the rest of us, may we enjoy the parts worth enjoying and avoid the stresses of the season.
Now, while I have fun year-end stuff to present, I'm tossing in more Dude Three.
 

Take gentle care, my friends.
Life is harsh, but you are beautiful. And I love you.


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   Alas, after two weeks of missing each other, Dude Three and I reunited. It was a Friday night in early October. Sure, there were signs* that he has some issues - we all do. (His line about baseball-card sales after we first met, his failure to see me immediately upon my arrival from Greece, strained relationships with one of his children...) Besides, I was already attached. His sweet, sensitive side strongly endeared me. Add to this, an electricity between us. He's a good one. No worries.  
   I was extra happy to see Three arrive with a bagful of groceries; he planned to cook dinner.  
   Dude Three was all smiles, hugs, and kisses. I’m not much into voyeurism, so I participated. In the mix, I showed him photos of Greece. He asked appropriate questions (e.g., the octopus I ate – Was it raw? Answer: It was boiled, in a salad. It was yummy too.).
   Dinner - chicken and stir-fry - was delicious. We then reclined on the sofa.
   Things heated up quickly, but we’d planned on going out to hear music. So…we did (We went out to hear music, that is). 
   I danced on a high to groovy seventies tunes -- having just returned from the trip of a lifetime, with my new beau, who was actually dancing with me. I'd never had a man in my life to dance with. Yeah, he's more like Steve Urkel than Fred Astaire, but I'm more Elaine Benes than Ginger Rogers, so it was all good.   
   Back at home, late into the night…touching, kissing, groping, ahh, his warmth felt nice. It'd been a long stint of celibacy, and the couch was becoming increasingly uncomfortable.
   We moved to my bathroom. Just kidding, we moved to my bedroom. 
   Dude Three wouldn't leave until the next morning, not that I wanted him to. Three wouldn't sleep in the living room either, not that I wanted him to. How'd it go?
   Oh, oh oh oh...

Most remakes stink, as we know. I like the Footloose remake, though. Here's a fun scene.

Sunday, December 3, 2017

Happiness, Life and Love & Who Invited December?

December, Dears, wasn't welcome. It arrived regardless. It always does, right?
May it bring you warmth and safety, along with moments of:
Taken on the Greek island of Mykonos, this photo summarizes my Fall trip to Greece.

This one of locks with names and loving sentiment is for the beautiful Lux. She writes with deep sincerity about life, love, and all the big issues worth pondering.

Speaking of love, yeah - he was on my mind the whole time. When I had one opportunity to use the Internet, I messaged Dude Three:

"Having a wonderful time. I miss you. Hope all's well."
Three: "I think about you every day. Glad you're having fun, can't wait to see you."
Yippee!

I was going to advertise this FREE SHOP (also in Mykonos) to anyone in the market. Then, I thought of Rosey. She gives free things away all the time. It's only fair that you get this FREE SHOP, Rosey! Enjoy it and all the cute, trendy clothes. Note the nice panties by the sign.
This flag is for good Martha, the best Martha there is. 
I think you have Greek in you, is that right, Martha? May you wave this flag proudly.

When I returned, Dude Three was the first to know.
His response: "I thought you were coming back tomorrow. Can't see you today. Maybe tomorrow. Friday for sure."

Was that it? Is it over already?

Me: "Not sure what to make of this, feeling insecure. Trying not to be too disappointed. Friday's good, was hoping for sooner."
Three: "No reason to be insecure. I missed you girl. Can't wait to see you. We'll have a nice few days together this weekend."

Phew! Phew?? We shall see...

Love you, my Silliest of Sillies.
Take care of yourselves.

Sunday, November 26, 2017

Dude Three and Movie Trivia for Birgit


   May this find you well and in hopeful spirits, my Dear Sillies.
  
   Back onto Dude Three (no, not like that. Not yet anyway) - We sat side by side, eating party munchies and listening to lively, live music at a friend’s gathering. There was a tension between us, a good one. I could sense Dude’s nervousness. And when I tripped over nothing onto concrete, as we walked to thank the party host, I sensed my own tension. Then again, that maneuver wasn’t atypical. Just more embarrassing than usual - first date and all.
   “At least you fell gracefully,” Three said, grabbing the baking dish I’d clung onto.
   Oy vey. “Nah, not at all graceful, but thanks for saying that.”

   I hugged Brandi, the hostess. “New boyfriend?” she whispered.
   “First date,” I told her, “I like him.”
   “Maybe he'll be story-worthy.”
   I nodded, craving good . . . material.
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    At my place, we sat on my couch and talked about what we'd agreed was a "great" date. Dude shared more about his family.
   When he mentioned his mother’s death years earlier, I found my hand in his.
   A few heated seconds later, I found his lips on mine. Sparks were ignited. An electricity between us mixed with passion, thoughtfulness, sensitivity, and -well- it was 2am before we knew it.
   Naturally, he spent the night, in my living room. Alone. “I’m not putting out,” he'd informed. “It’s too soon.”
    “I agree, too soon. Besides, I’m leaving for Greece on Wednesday.* No 'putting out' before I leave.”
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   A second date, a few days before my trip, proved even more fun and firework-y.
   Dude Three cooked a stir-fry dinner for us. Then we had some “dessert” on my couch. But not the full extent of dessert. I’m not that kind of girl, not yet anyway.

*Written approx. 2 months after-the-fact.
to be continued. ---
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   One of my closest, most loyal blog friends, Anthony J. Langford, recently published Pseudo Stars. Everything he creates -- be it poetry, prose, or film -- is a class act. Plus, he's Australian. They're great peeps. Congratulations on the book release (and on being an Aussie), Anthony!  

    And now, a Greek scene, in honor of Birgit. Birgit's sassy wit never fails to make me laugh hysterically. And her movie trivia is fabulously fun. 
   My question for you, Birgit and everyone: What movie is this setting from? I took the photo on the Greek isle of Crete.  Let's see who guesses correctly first.

Tuesday, November 21, 2017

Thanksgiving Erotica

Dear Sillies,
  I'm sorry that Martha had to once again ruin an otherwise hot post. Gotta give the ole gal credit, though; she does rock bladder leak underwear.
   As many of us in the US ready our tummies for hedonistic indulgence, and then some more, may you/we all feel deeply grateful for more than we can articulate.
   You, my dear loyals, are a blessing in my life.
   I'm very grateful for you.
   A thankful season to all!
Love you. Not you, Martha.
I love you, Dear Sillies. And my Bernie.

Friday, November 17, 2017

Dude Three, Part Three and Other Stuff



   He’s already two minutes late! A knock at the door interrupted my prelude to despair.
   “I was on the wrong street,” Dude Three explained, a bit frazzled.
   “No worries. Yeah, it’s confusing. It’s a broken street, and a cul de sac. We’re fine.”
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   Streams of sunlight warmed my back and head, as Three led me to a peaceful, secluded spot along Bidwell Creek.  He’d brought a hearty assortment of snacks (Havarti cheese, pepperoni and sandwich meats, a Pale Ale for himself, bottled water for me). Three rested a large tan beach towel on the grass, and confessional began.
   “I want to explain. So I’m sorry again about not following up after we met. Liz and I used to go to Lake Almanor all the time, so I was in a funk about stuff. But when I saw you at the concert, I was thinking 'I really had fun with her.' Robyn--” he pointed at his arm--“I wear my heart here. I’m faithful, I’m a good guy. That wasn't like me.”
   I couldn’t help but start (or keep) falling. I think it’s that innocent childlike vulnerability. I can relate; I never matured beyond it, I guess. Or is it the nurturer in me who wants to soothe and comfort? Oy. Dunno. I know that we were both comfortable and attracted from the start.
   “I do need to say,” I began, “when you dissed me to go sell baseball cards on EBay, I gotta tell you, Three, that’s not good for a woman’s ego.”
   He laughed.
   I smiled. “Look, I won’t let you forget about it. But"--I imparted an elbow nudge--"I’ll give you a free pass, since you manned up and we’re here. You've used your only free pass.”
   “Challenge accepted,” he grinned. 
   Three explained about his admittedly nerdy baseball card hobby. He told me about his two grown (young adult) children. Things were a bit touchy with the younger one, though he spoke like a proud, loving father. 
   “Okay,"--my turn--"respect is key."
   “I agree. Friendship first, and I need to earn your trust.”
   I liked that he realized this. “And monogamy.”
   “One love." Three raised an index finger. "Yes! One love!"
   I told Three about Pizza Delivery Boy and Paul E., both of whom were anti-monogamy.  Oh, and the married man who tried to kiss me at a party. And, no. I shut-up, else I'd continue forever.
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   There was no romance (not yet anyway).  
   I'd invited him to a house concert after our picnic, so we went back to my place in-between things.  (I know, sorry. It's a real story, though, so it shall continue).  
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Now for a tribute to the one and only Jono. In addition to being a very intelligent, worldly, warmhearted man, Jono's become a dear friend. We've shared snippets about Judaism. Thus, this picture outside of a  synagogue in Greece is for you, Jono. Unfortunately, I couldn't go inside. We were there during the High Holidays (Jewish New Year).

 Have a safe and relaxing weekend, my Dear Sillies.