There was an article this week over on iVillage, all about a man's body language and what it means. This only applies to the first meeting.
Some of the items on the list were obvious, some were not. For example, everyone will raise an eyebrow for a brief half a second. This seems to be a trait no one is truly aware they are doing, but pick up subtly from the other person.
Another on the list, is a man stroking his tie. Now, the article has it as a preening characteristic. I've always been told when a man touches his tie it's because he wants to draw your attention down because he's thinking of sex.
Same thing maybe?
The one that threw me was when a man leans on the table, on his elbow. They have it listed as wanting to get closer to you, where I have always taken that to mean the guy is bored out of his mind.
Just goes to show you, sometimes the human man is easy to understand and sometimes you get your signals crossed.
Thursday, June 23, 2011
Wednesday, June 22, 2011
Dear...
Dear You:
I was watching the movie Metropolitan (1989/90) thinking about the way unexpected love can make a person over react.
Will I have that affect on you? Will you on me? And will you have glasses? (a characteristic I love in men) Will you have read Jane Austen?
I was also thinking how I loved the fact the lead character was willing to travel miles to "rescue" the object of his desire from what he thought was the worst case scenario.
Knowing there is as many forms of love as there are people on this earth, I look forward to what you'll bring into my life, and what I will be bringing into yours when we meet and fall in love. Expected or unexpected.
Love
Darling
I was watching the movie Metropolitan (1989/90) thinking about the way unexpected love can make a person over react.
Will I have that affect on you? Will you on me? And will you have glasses? (a characteristic I love in men) Will you have read Jane Austen?
I was also thinking how I loved the fact the lead character was willing to travel miles to "rescue" the object of his desire from what he thought was the worst case scenario.
Knowing there is as many forms of love as there are people on this earth, I look forward to what you'll bring into my life, and what I will be bringing into yours when we meet and fall in love. Expected or unexpected.
Love
Darling
Steam up your windows part three
They had made it to the bedroom. Somehow, though Caleb wasn't really sure how. He remembered kissing Estelle by the front door, remembered the way her breath caught in her throat as she spoke to him. But he just could not remember what they talked about for the few minutes before he led her to his room.
He propped his face on his left hand, his right slowly moving up the inside of her thigh, as he tried not to let a giggle escape his lips. A bunch of fantasies ran through his mind all at once, fighting for the right to be the one he played out.
Estelle reached her pale slim hand out to his hip, as she gazed into his eyes, her own twinkling with desire.
Caleb nearly lost control of himself as she moved her hand under the material of his pajamas. He closed his eyes, resting his face on her shoulder, this time letting a soft moan drip from his lips.
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Part 4 soon
He propped his face on his left hand, his right slowly moving up the inside of her thigh, as he tried not to let a giggle escape his lips. A bunch of fantasies ran through his mind all at once, fighting for the right to be the one he played out.
Estelle reached her pale slim hand out to his hip, as she gazed into his eyes, her own twinkling with desire.
Caleb nearly lost control of himself as she moved her hand under the material of his pajamas. He closed his eyes, resting his face on her shoulder, this time letting a soft moan drip from his lips.
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Part 4 soon
Monday, June 20, 2011
Loyalty vs Faithfulness
One of my all time favourite movies is the bio-pic of Frida Kahol.
One of the main subplots of the film is the love story between Frida and her husband Diego. Their love story portrays them as friends, co-workers and lovers. It also shows both in less then perfect lights as far as being faithful. Through out the film, Diego has many affairs, which lead to Frida herself finally having a few of her own. But their respect for each other never wavers.
Neither was faithful to the other, but they proved to always be loyal.
Many of us take for granted that loyalty and faithfulness are the same thing, when they are not. The key is to finding a relationship that is both in full balance.
Sunday, June 19, 2011
What's he thinking?
Boredom can lead to all kinds of crazy talk. So can a few beers.
Radar was sitting on the bus bench with one of his buddies when I was coming home today. I shall politely say that both boys were more then a little bit drunk still from their end of school party that seems to be a week long event around this city. Let me also say, they are lucky no one else decided to sniff the contents of their cola bottles. Gotta love the JackDaniels.
As always, talk of work, how crappy this city is, who's shagging who that they wish was shagging them, and sports seemed to be on the to-do list of topics. Radar mentioned my being a writer. Actually, that's how he introduced me, as a writer. Which, is the first time anyone has ever done that. Ever. That sort of threw me for a bit of a loop, specially considering how I haven't been doing much of it in the last few months. Then he asked me how my blog was. Which lead to this question :
Radar-: You know why he reads you? {meaning The Celebrity}
Me-: "Because I talk about him? Just a shot in the dark."
Radar-: "What? No. I mean, why he really reads your stuff?" {he was blushing}
Me-: "Because I talk about him and his best friend? And wants to make sure I make him look good with the photos?"
Radar's buddy was standing there with a dazed look on his face as he finished off his bottle. Radar giggled searching for his lighter that he concluded he must have lost at the party.
Radar-: "Woman! I'm saying, he reads you to make sure you're still single."
Me-: "I know. He's digging the dailiness of my singleton misery. He gets off on the knowledge that I'm pathetic."
Radar's Buddy-: "Who gets off on your wha?"
Me-: "The Celebrity and The Other Guy. Maybe a few of their co-workers little fuzzy on the numbers." {my sarcasm was lost on Radar's Buddy as he has no idea who we were talking about and he was drunk} "humm, The Other Guy. I wonder how he's doing with his injury?"
Radar-: "We were reading some stuff we saw in this magazine at Jake's place and I thought of you. Thought about something you said last time about how long he's been reading you and said about how he's had more then enough chances to get ahold of you and how...how... you said that, that you haven't heard for like what a year or something about him being in a relationship cause that's like a long time... shit wheres my keys, don't put that into the blog okay...."
Me-: "Just how long have you been drinking? Did you take anything of the mushroom variety in the last few hours?"
Radar's Buddy-: "You lost your keys? F**k! How we going to get in?"
Radar-: "I'll crawl in a window if I have to. Woman. Listen, I've figured it out. You're not mad at me cause I keep calling you Woman are you? Cause the last time I said it to I think it was Sarah she hit me with her purse. But yeah, you know why he's reading you?"
I was laughing by this time.
Me-: "We just covered that."
Radar-: "Yeah we did and it's still the same. To make sure...."
Me-: "He's waiting for the big release party. To be my cover model. Well, that's actually more The Other Guy."
Radar-: "...make sure... what?"
Me-: "My novel. He's very aware that he and The Other Guy are the inspiration for my two leads in my novel and is waiting to hear me say I've got it finished so they can come to the book launch." {I was laughing to the point of loosing my breath as both Radar and his friend were beyond comprehension and I feel sorry for how they're going to feel in a few hours when they do sober up}
Radar-: "He's hard for you and I don't know why he's not...shit I think I lost my cell phone too... can I use yours to call Jake and see if my stuff is there..." {his buddy gave him his phone} "yeah and I think, I think that he's...he's ..."
Radar's Buddy-: "You're having a book party? Can I come if I buy your book?"
Me-: "Not finished it yet, but if I ever get that far, sure you can come to it. It will be great. I swear."
Radar was getting a bit on the frustrated side that we were not really paying attention to him, and given this is my favourite topic; normally I would be hanging off his every word but today I just was sort of fed up myself.
Radar-: "I think that he's shy to tell you the truth. I think that he's...that he's you know, shy about you."
Me-: "That's your story and you're sticking to it Eh? I think a bunch of things on the topic personally. Only he knows what the right theory is. Okay guys, I have to bail because you're making me depressed even though I'm laughing so much. I need to get this on the blog before I forget it all."
Radar-: "Have you put up any pictures on that thing yet? Make me look hot." {he was giggling again}
Me-: "That will take a whole lot of ketchup. Maybe salsa."
I laughed pretty much the whole way home.
Radar was sitting on the bus bench with one of his buddies when I was coming home today. I shall politely say that both boys were more then a little bit drunk still from their end of school party that seems to be a week long event around this city. Let me also say, they are lucky no one else decided to sniff the contents of their cola bottles. Gotta love the JackDaniels.
As always, talk of work, how crappy this city is, who's shagging who that they wish was shagging them, and sports seemed to be on the to-do list of topics. Radar mentioned my being a writer. Actually, that's how he introduced me, as a writer. Which, is the first time anyone has ever done that. Ever. That sort of threw me for a bit of a loop, specially considering how I haven't been doing much of it in the last few months. Then he asked me how my blog was. Which lead to this question :
Radar-: You know why he reads you? {meaning The Celebrity}
Me-: "Because I talk about him? Just a shot in the dark."
Radar-: "What? No. I mean, why he really reads your stuff?" {he was blushing}
Me-: "Because I talk about him and his best friend? And wants to make sure I make him look good with the photos?"
Radar's buddy was standing there with a dazed look on his face as he finished off his bottle. Radar giggled searching for his lighter that he concluded he must have lost at the party.
Radar-: "Woman! I'm saying, he reads you to make sure you're still single."
Me-: "I know. He's digging the dailiness of my singleton misery. He gets off on the knowledge that I'm pathetic."
Radar's Buddy-: "Who gets off on your wha?"
Me-: "The Celebrity and The Other Guy. Maybe a few of their co-workers little fuzzy on the numbers." {my sarcasm was lost on Radar's Buddy as he has no idea who we were talking about and he was drunk} "humm, The Other Guy. I wonder how he's doing with his injury?"
Radar-: "We were reading some stuff we saw in this magazine at Jake's place and I thought of you. Thought about something you said last time about how long he's been reading you and said about how he's had more then enough chances to get ahold of you and how...how... you said that, that you haven't heard for like what a year or something about him being in a relationship cause that's like a long time... shit wheres my keys, don't put that into the blog okay...."
Me-: "Just how long have you been drinking? Did you take anything of the mushroom variety in the last few hours?"
Radar's Buddy-: "You lost your keys? F**k! How we going to get in?"
Radar-: "I'll crawl in a window if I have to. Woman. Listen, I've figured it out. You're not mad at me cause I keep calling you Woman are you? Cause the last time I said it to I think it was Sarah she hit me with her purse. But yeah, you know why he's reading you?"
I was laughing by this time.
Me-: "We just covered that."
Radar-: "Yeah we did and it's still the same. To make sure...."
Me-: "He's waiting for the big release party. To be my cover model. Well, that's actually more The Other Guy."
Radar-: "...make sure... what?"
Me-: "My novel. He's very aware that he and The Other Guy are the inspiration for my two leads in my novel and is waiting to hear me say I've got it finished so they can come to the book launch." {I was laughing to the point of loosing my breath as both Radar and his friend were beyond comprehension and I feel sorry for how they're going to feel in a few hours when they do sober up}
Radar-: "He's hard for you and I don't know why he's not...shit I think I lost my cell phone too... can I use yours to call Jake and see if my stuff is there..." {his buddy gave him his phone} "yeah and I think, I think that he's...he's ..."
Radar's Buddy-: "You're having a book party? Can I come if I buy your book?"
Me-: "Not finished it yet, but if I ever get that far, sure you can come to it. It will be great. I swear."
Radar was getting a bit on the frustrated side that we were not really paying attention to him, and given this is my favourite topic; normally I would be hanging off his every word but today I just was sort of fed up myself.
Radar-: "I think that he's shy to tell you the truth. I think that he's...that he's you know, shy about you."
Me-: "That's your story and you're sticking to it Eh? I think a bunch of things on the topic personally. Only he knows what the right theory is. Okay guys, I have to bail because you're making me depressed even though I'm laughing so much. I need to get this on the blog before I forget it all."
Radar-: "Have you put up any pictures on that thing yet? Make me look hot." {he was giggling again}
Me-: "That will take a whole lot of ketchup. Maybe salsa."
I laughed pretty much the whole way home.
Saturday, June 18, 2011
Unhappy Hour
"She's happy being a duck in a fish bowl."
This was from my sister as she screwed up her face. She was talking about Sophia the Wannabe Socialite, after I said that I'd bumped into Sophia at the bus stop. Sophia had talked about nothing but her latest play that the local theater group is doing at the end of the summer. My sister and Sophia used to be best friends. Before Sophia's many failed turns in rehab.
I was returning a cake pan my mom had borrowed off my sister. The one thing sister and I agree on is that this city is where you go if you are in hiding. A place where you end up rotting. Creative people die here, the life sucked out of you like a leech on steroids. Then out of the blue, my sister said the strangest thing. "I don't know why you didn't just stay in Edmonton few years ago? I wouldn't have come back if I'd been you."
Edmonton. I had been visiting a friend from high school few years ago. Stayed for two weeks and if I had had more money, or had met a few more people, I'd have just kept staying. Only, at that time in my life, I was not in the right frame of mind. And I did not get to meet anyone other then the two new best friends of my friend, that seemed to be around the house the whole time with their kids. Damn those play dates. I barely ever saw the outside of the house, and when I did, we had a gaggle of toddlers in double strollers to look after. I figured out pretty damn fast that I wasn't invited because my friend actually wanted to spend time with me, she just wanted a free babysitter.
Sister-: "You need to shoo." {she made a gesture like she was shooing a bird} "Fly away. Be the tree and all that. Be the crow. That was the movie right? Yeah, the crow. And find your whatever and do it soon. Make her look like the bug she is."
Me-: "Well that was...very uncharacteristic of you. And sort of nice. "
Sister-: "Yeah. I just think that she'll get what's coming to her and it's not going to be pretty. She's not the star she thinks she is and you can't listen to mom either. Both of them, look at me Darling, both of them, never bothered to try. Sophia always tried to copy you now she's trying to copy Beril. And mom, she's never had any dreams. Look at what she did when I was in my band. Totally wanted me to quit. So yeah."
Me-: "Wait. Hang on. Are you, YOU, saying that mom and Sophia are jealous? Of me?"
Sister-: "Big time." {she made a noise that was something like a grunt} "I mean, okay you sometimes drive me nuts, but at lest you have a dream. Do I think you'll get your Mr. Scratchy" {and she did the air quotes too} "I can't tell you that. Do I think you'll get The Celebrity or one of the other wrestlers, not too sure. But, I can see you getting farther on this whatever it is that you've been doing so far. You had their attention in the past. Which makes you higher up on the food chain then Sophia. Okay gotta run, the man's out of the shower and I still have to make the burgers. Talk to you later. Bye."
My sister nearly slammed the door in my face. I thought about all this as I walked home. Then turned around few doors from my building, and headed towards the blockbuster. Where upon I wandered around the store for about a half hour then decided to rent Burlesque. All this talk about fame really stuck in my mind.
This was from my sister as she screwed up her face. She was talking about Sophia the Wannabe Socialite, after I said that I'd bumped into Sophia at the bus stop. Sophia had talked about nothing but her latest play that the local theater group is doing at the end of the summer. My sister and Sophia used to be best friends. Before Sophia's many failed turns in rehab.
I was returning a cake pan my mom had borrowed off my sister. The one thing sister and I agree on is that this city is where you go if you are in hiding. A place where you end up rotting. Creative people die here, the life sucked out of you like a leech on steroids. Then out of the blue, my sister said the strangest thing. "I don't know why you didn't just stay in Edmonton few years ago? I wouldn't have come back if I'd been you."
Edmonton. I had been visiting a friend from high school few years ago. Stayed for two weeks and if I had had more money, or had met a few more people, I'd have just kept staying. Only, at that time in my life, I was not in the right frame of mind. And I did not get to meet anyone other then the two new best friends of my friend, that seemed to be around the house the whole time with their kids. Damn those play dates. I barely ever saw the outside of the house, and when I did, we had a gaggle of toddlers in double strollers to look after. I figured out pretty damn fast that I wasn't invited because my friend actually wanted to spend time with me, she just wanted a free babysitter.
Sister-: "You need to shoo." {she made a gesture like she was shooing a bird} "Fly away. Be the tree and all that. Be the crow. That was the movie right? Yeah, the crow. And find your whatever and do it soon. Make her look like the bug she is."
Me-: "Well that was...very uncharacteristic of you. And sort of nice. "
Sister-: "Yeah. I just think that she'll get what's coming to her and it's not going to be pretty. She's not the star she thinks she is and you can't listen to mom either. Both of them, look at me Darling, both of them, never bothered to try. Sophia always tried to copy you now she's trying to copy Beril. And mom, she's never had any dreams. Look at what she did when I was in my band. Totally wanted me to quit. So yeah."
Me-: "Wait. Hang on. Are you, YOU, saying that mom and Sophia are jealous? Of me?"
Sister-: "Big time." {she made a noise that was something like a grunt} "I mean, okay you sometimes drive me nuts, but at lest you have a dream. Do I think you'll get your Mr. Scratchy" {and she did the air quotes too} "I can't tell you that. Do I think you'll get The Celebrity or one of the other wrestlers, not too sure. But, I can see you getting farther on this whatever it is that you've been doing so far. You had their attention in the past. Which makes you higher up on the food chain then Sophia. Okay gotta run, the man's out of the shower and I still have to make the burgers. Talk to you later. Bye."
My sister nearly slammed the door in my face. I thought about all this as I walked home. Then turned around few doors from my building, and headed towards the blockbuster. Where upon I wandered around the store for about a half hour then decided to rent Burlesque. All this talk about fame really stuck in my mind.
Thursday, June 16, 2011
Ode to The Other Guy
JTGG was at the coffee shop when I stopped in few hours ago, and we got to talking.
JTGG-: "Why are you so against the idea of The Other Guy being your Mr. Scratchy" {he did the air quotes again when he said Mr. Scratchy}
Me-: "What do you mean?"
JTGG-: "I mean, you're like just dead set against believing he might be the guy. Why? Why?" {he giggled with his eyes wide.} "Wellllllll?"
Me-: "Cause it's just not?"
JTGG-: "I think it is. You need to stop fighting the idea. Because you KNOW you need to find out and do something about it! Hahahaha! You're going to end up like your mother old bitter and ALOOOONNNE!"
Me-: "What makes you so sure it's him? I don't feel it."
JTGG-: "What? Cause I do!" {he leaned over and screamed at me then got up to get another coffee} "And I'm always right." {he kicked me under the table lightly more then once.}
Me-: "Put it this way, if he is it would be a bad sitch at worst, and a complicated one at best. And so yeah he can not be Mr. Scratchy. He just can't."
JTGG-: "Hellooooo! You don't get to choose if he is or not! I choose!" {mad laughter for a few minutes then he sipped on his coffee for a minute and started to play with his new eyebrow ring} "And I say that he's more then possible to be Mr. Scratchy. Tell me why you don't. Tell me"
Me-: "Wanna start with the fact he's not available, and move on to the fact that because of many things I've teased him about in the last few years, and then pile on the fact that he's... "
JTGG-: "Auhhhhaaa?" {his eyes went wide for a second and I knew what he was hoping I'd say.}
Me-: "... gorgeous. He's down right gorgeous. Besides, I've said this a few times in the past, from everything I've witnessed, everything I've come to understand, he'd have been the one to have said long long time ago that he was if he thought for a second that he was. You know."
JTGG-: "What? Ohhhh! You mean you think he would have called you already if he was your Mr. Scratchy. Okay now I get it. I still think he is though and from what I've read few times of things on the internet he's totally perfect for you." {he started to play with the eyebrow ring again} "I so don't understand why you don't want him?"
Me-: "Never said I didn't want him. Just said I don't feel that he's the guy."
JTGG-: "Fine. but why would it be a bad thing or why would it be a complicated thing?"
Me-: " Bad because of what I already said, his not being available and too good looking and because I'm me. Complicated because of who he is." {JTGG looked at me for a few seconds not understanding or no longer listening, or possibly both before shaking his head and saying he didn't get it. } "Because he is The Other Guy. You know, The Celebrity's bestest bud. Say The Other Guy is my Mr. Scratchy that would mean I'd never be totally able to settle into a forever because The Celebrity would be on the edge of everything. How damned unfair would that be to The Other Guy. So he just can't be the one."
JTGG-: "Whatever. But I think he is. And time to talk about me."
JTGG-: "Why are you so against the idea of The Other Guy being your Mr. Scratchy" {he did the air quotes again when he said Mr. Scratchy}
Me-: "What do you mean?"
JTGG-: "I mean, you're like just dead set against believing he might be the guy. Why? Why?" {he giggled with his eyes wide.} "Wellllllll?"
Me-: "Cause it's just not?"
JTGG-: "I think it is. You need to stop fighting the idea. Because you KNOW you need to find out and do something about it! Hahahaha! You're going to end up like your mother old bitter and ALOOOONNNE!"
Me-: "What makes you so sure it's him? I don't feel it."
JTGG-: "What? Cause I do!" {he leaned over and screamed at me then got up to get another coffee} "And I'm always right." {he kicked me under the table lightly more then once.}
Me-: "Put it this way, if he is it would be a bad sitch at worst, and a complicated one at best. And so yeah he can not be Mr. Scratchy. He just can't."
JTGG-: "Hellooooo! You don't get to choose if he is or not! I choose!" {mad laughter for a few minutes then he sipped on his coffee for a minute and started to play with his new eyebrow ring} "And I say that he's more then possible to be Mr. Scratchy. Tell me why you don't. Tell me"
Me-: "Wanna start with the fact he's not available, and move on to the fact that because of many things I've teased him about in the last few years, and then pile on the fact that he's... "
JTGG-: "Auhhhhaaa?" {his eyes went wide for a second and I knew what he was hoping I'd say.}
Me-: "... gorgeous. He's down right gorgeous. Besides, I've said this a few times in the past, from everything I've witnessed, everything I've come to understand, he'd have been the one to have said long long time ago that he was if he thought for a second that he was. You know."
JTGG-: "What? Ohhhh! You mean you think he would have called you already if he was your Mr. Scratchy. Okay now I get it. I still think he is though and from what I've read few times of things on the internet he's totally perfect for you." {he started to play with the eyebrow ring again} "I so don't understand why you don't want him?"
Me-: "Never said I didn't want him. Just said I don't feel that he's the guy."
JTGG-: "Fine. but why would it be a bad thing or why would it be a complicated thing?"
Me-: " Bad because of what I already said, his not being available and too good looking and because I'm me. Complicated because of who he is." {JTGG looked at me for a few seconds not understanding or no longer listening, or possibly both before shaking his head and saying he didn't get it. } "Because he is The Other Guy. You know, The Celebrity's bestest bud. Say The Other Guy is my Mr. Scratchy that would mean I'd never be totally able to settle into a forever because The Celebrity would be on the edge of everything. How damned unfair would that be to The Other Guy. So he just can't be the one."
JTGG-: "Whatever. But I think he is. And time to talk about me."
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