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...
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.
