It has been a long time (okay, since Adorable) since I have had such a strong craving to be with someone, but Lovah got it going on. His tongue has magical and addictive properties. He makes me sizzle, sigh & scream all at the same time. I have had to go a week without my "drug" of choice and I am as jittery as a junky waiting on the next fix. Lovah is quite the tease too...a coochie tease. There--I think I have coined a new phrase and about damn time too! Tonight, I am shooting for three trips to heaven spread out over several hours....I am ready to go.

Ready or not Lovah, here I come....................

Labels: coochie tease, Lovah, sex, weekend

I did not sleep well last night. It certainly was not because I was in the throes of passion (Friday cannot get here soon enough for that!). No, it was a combination of factors: first I kept waking up with a weird cramp in my inner thigh. I am used to charley horses in my calves and feet, but inner thigh?

Then I kept dreaming about my graduation paper. Now, normally I welcome those dreams because when I have writer's block, the dream will normally open up some fresh perspective on my topic. Not last night---nooooooo I kept dreaming that I was erasing passages I wrote and rearranging what was left so it did not make sense.

Finally I dreamed I was back in the house I grew up in with my siblings. A few cats we had as pets surfaced in the dream too. I was an adult and I was chasing after the sibs who were youngsters.

Dreams fascinate me. I have had some incredible sex dreams that were so real that I woke up incredibly satisfied. I love those dreams. Usually, my dreams have the recurring theme of me being a sort of "Jane Bond" and I am rescuing people, kicking bad-guy ass, etc. I don't mind those dreams either. The nightmares I have usually involve snakes. I am deathly afraid of snakes...I would probably hyperventilate to death if I encountered one. I cannot even look at pictures of snakes in books or magazines or it will kick off night long nightmares about them. I definitely won't be seeing that movie about snakes on planes!

Labels: dreamzzzzz

June is that once in a blue moon month this year....it started out with a full moon and will end with a full moon. According to my friends who follow astrology, Mercury is in retrograde (what the hell does that mean anyway????) and hence, June is ripe for the freaks that have appeared outta nowhere.

I received another IM from a sassy lovah wannabe this week and this is how it went:

Freak: Hey, I'm Joe from Nigeria. You are breathtaking. I am wondering if you want to chat. I would love to get to know such a fine lady as yourself.

SassyAssy: So, are you an expat?

Freak: Er, ah, What?

SassyAssy: Did you move from the US to Nigeria?

Freak: I am African-a black man. I was born and raised here in Nigeria. Does that bother you?

SassyAssy: Really, I could care less what color your skin is or what nationality you are. What bothers me is that you live so far away. I did the long distance romance thingy with the ex-husband and how that ended speaks for itself (at this point I am thinking, Sass....why are you bothering to have this conversation????). I am more than happy to chat a few minutes with you, but I am not interested.

Freak: Well, give me a chance. I won't be like the ex. I will come visit you and I will always treat you good. I won't do anything you don't want.

SassyAssy: No, I am not interested.

Freak: But, why? I will be good to you. I promise. We can make it work.

SassyAssy: I told you, no long distance romance!

Freak: I don't understand

Sassy loses patience here and permanently terminates the conversation. Really, I should have ended it before it began. He is just one of the many freaks that have popped up this week on IM and email. I feel quite the fortunate girl.

Lets hope the date I have with the engineer later this week does not hold true to this form. He is humorless--and an engineer--I really have issues with engineers. I have made quite a few jokes when we chat and they fall to deaf ears. This guy went from "I know I have kids and you aren't looking for a man with kids, but I am just looking to expand my friends. You seem like a nice person and I would like to become friends." So then a few days later he asked me out on a date! I was like, dude, I thought you just wanted to be friends? He got irritated with me (go figure!) and then said, "well, friends go out." So I agreed to go out as a friend; however, it has rapidly become apparent he is more than a little interested in me beyond the friendship variety. I think this will be a fast trip to the sassy graveyard! Engineer, kids, no humor--doesn't sound like SassyMan material at all!

Labels: Blue Moon, dating, freaky-deaky

I was in full-on Princess mode all weekend....just ask the lover boy. I started the actual b-day off right with booty x 3! Yeah baby!!! I got text messages & phone calls wishing me a beautiful birthday. I treated myself to some pampering for the party. Look at my cute little tootsies:




I just love the design that was painted on both my toes & fingers!







The party was a lot of fun--awesome friends and great food! And, of course, some lovely presents.


Lover wasn't there but he got me the book pictured here. He had it signed by the author:








The lovely leopard print "purse" pictured above is a cute glass vase that the lovely Sherry got me. She and Skip (sweet fiance) and Megan (crazy daughter)also gave me:







I love the Parisian theme...got it running through the apartment and anything to do with fairies, sparkles, purple, magical is definitely alright in my book.



The sweet Ashley & Corey (hottie beau), and Will (adorable son)got me:







I think it was her hint that I need to hold a housewarming party-finally--after almost a year!




My bestest friend Ryan and Chris (the groom-to-be) got me:






This blanket is sooooo soft! I can't wait to cuddle in it when it gets cold. The gift box looks perfect with the red & leopard theme running through my living room.

Jadey got me some awesome sexy shirts. This is one of them:





Some of my great friends:

Jadey:


I really love her wild shirt!!


Ryan & Me:


Isn't Ryan just beautiful? That top she is wearing is so sexy on her!

Sherry:



Sherry has such a beautiful smile! She really makes me laugh.

Ashley:

Ashley really doesn't have red eyes...I just didn't have time to fix before I posted, but she is very pretty anyway.


This is the yummy Red Velvet cake we finished off the evening with:

Labels: Ashley, birthday, friends, gifts, Jadey, party, Ryan, Sherry

Overall, I have been quite successful with using the internet dating sites to meet men. In fact, I would have had only one date in the past year if I did not use that avenue. If you have read my blog for any length of time, you know that from time to time a freak will turn up in the mix. I have been fortunate to have avoided the freaks (not the psychos--and believe me there is a difference). Today, I get an IM from someone I would classify as a freak. I don't know, maybe I am being harsh so you be the judge:

"Hi angel....... how was ur day been,how was the weather treating you, i hope u are in good health... i was pimping on profile and when i saw urs mmmm........... my heart erased and i was totally engrossed on it,u look so superb and irresistible and i said i should write u and know so much abt u,well i am Dick johnson by name whats abt u?i care to know so much abt u,cos when i look at ur profile and ur personality i like every things abt u,i think u are the best out of all the women on yahoo personals online dating site .....Your eyes can make the sun rise, or You are the reason my heart beats, or You look so good, I wish I could grow a whole field of you..... well dont forget my name is Dick. please can u bless me with ur beauty?"

I won't be responding to this guy, because he is just freaky to me! I am the best out of all the millions of women on yahoo? And he wishes he could grow a whole field of me? Let us not even get into the lack of spelling, punctuation, and grammatical skills he displays--which is a big indicator whether I will respond to someone anyway.

I might develop a sideline business though. You see my friends love my personals write up about myself and I have received compliments from others about it. I received an SOS last night from my friend Bea to help her with her new Yahoo personals account. I headed over there and within minutes I had a slamdunk of a profile for her. On one of the sites, she received three hits within minutes of setting up the account and one made a point of complimenting her on her profile. I have the gift of spin doctor--or so my dear lover likes to point out. I think he is afraid it might get used on him one day and I have no way to alleviate his fears! Yes, it could happen, but for now I don't think so...as long as he allows me the freedom to play a little loose & free; as long as he understands that freedom is the ticket to keeping me.

Have a wonderful weekend! I know I am with the birthday (and birthday booty gift I am insisting on receiving)! Did I tell ya'll that my cousin is two days older than me? I just called to wish him a belated-by-a-day birthday wish and he informed me he is eternally 32...the apple doesn't fall far from the tree in my family on my dad's side. We are so much alike it is scary...interesting to see the male version of myself.

Labels: birthday, dating, freaky-deaky, spin doctor

On Saturday I turn 39 or as I like to say 27 once again. I seriously still feel very much like a teenager--a much wiser one of course. I really give it little thought about getting old except once in a blue moon when I catch sight of a new "character" line and slather on an extra layer of moisturizer. No grey hair has sprouted yet! Of course, I do keep my hair colored so who the hell cares, but my hair stylist says she has never seen any & she would know. The women on both sides of my family age very nicely thank you! So, at least in one respect, I have a nice gene pool to rely on.

My very dear friend brought my present to me this past weekend and in the spirit of his very wicked humor he wrapped it quite precociously. You see, I am more than a little allergic to the thought of matrimony and bit skittish when it comes to declarations of feelings, he so does like to tease about that. So the wicked man handed me my present (a signed copy of a most interesting book) wrapped in "Bride to be" paper. Grrrr! He shall pay!

This weekend my dearest friend, Ryan, has planned a non-surprise b'day party at my favorite Indian restaurant. It is going to be a cozy affair with some close female friends. I enjoy the thought of being surrounded by all those that have stood by me and supported me since the separation. They have alternately held my hand, hugged me, laughed with me, cried with me, and listened to me in my times of need. I can think of no better way to welcome 39 than to be with this special group of people who care so much about me. Frankly, I am getting all teary eyed as I write this (I know what a shock that is to you reading this), because I don't think I can ever truly show my friends how special they are to me and how much they mean to me. The one thing I hope I never take for granted is the people in my life who love me. If I ever do, I deserve a huge kick in the ass for it. I value each and every one of my close friends and I hope that I visibly show that each time I am with them. You can never have enough loving people in your life--that is for sure! And my close circle of friends is closer to me than my own family.

My birthday wish? Well, I wish I could say unselfishly "world peace", but it really is a selfish wish. I want financial security based on my business growing leaps and bounds and I want to lose those last damn 30lbs I have been working on. Happy Birthday to me!

Labels: birthday

I don't recall the conversation, but I must have told my gentleman friend about the phenomenon that occurs when I am in Mexican restaurants. I am sure, based on his reaction of raised eyebrows, that he put it down as the ramblings of a woman who thought too highly of herself.

I always get excellent service in Mexican restaurants when I am waited upon by men. I have even had the cook come out to serve me personally. Sometimes I have even had every male worker in the restaurant stop by my table to enquire if I needed anything. Today not every male in the place, but certainly two or three, stopped by to make sure that my companion and I were doing okay. My man can also confirm that not a bit of flirting was done by me to encourage the additional attention. Merely a "gracias" tendered in gratitude for my jumbo margarita. My companion swears that is all it took to kindle the fire.

When we finally left the restaurant, my dear friend was laughing as he agreed that I indeed provoked such reaction--the Mexi Mystique. He stated that he did not even exist to them as we walked out of the restaurant as all attention was focused on me (or more aptly--the phenomenal tits). What can I say? Perhaps I release a pheromone that is targeted only toward the male Hispanic population because they are the ones that I seem to affect the strongest without even attempting to. What do you think Utenzi, the science guy--is such a thing possible????????

Regardless, the mystique seems to extend to certain effects in the bedroom and I am a bit worn out from all the pleasure-seeking that took place between the silk sheets. Don't know when the tingling will cease from being feasted upon. I think my toes are permanently curled and my god! the constant orgasms--I honestly did not think so many were possible in such a short period of time. I think my sassy mystique hit the jackpot and damn I want to ride that wave as long as possible.

Labels: mystique, pheromones, sex, silk sheets, Utenzi, weekend

I was in the midst of a chocolate fit when I grabbed up an almond Snickers earlier this week. In big bold letters was the phrase "Now more satisfying". That mystified me. How did this candy bar become more satisfying? I am not the only one asking this question. Candyblog analyzed the more satisfying Snickers and compared to the old. Still, with a bump in calories and the taste being relatively the same...how could Snickers be more satisfying?

When I raised this question with a certain gentleman he told me an interesting story. In his wild college days he was friends with a lesbian couple and the one young lady mentioned that she liked to put a Snickers in the freezer. She would then take the frozen candy bar and insert it into her girlfriend and eat it (and I guess the gf too).

I guess that is one way the Snickers could be more satisfying. I don't mind the occasional whipped cream on my phenomenal tits, but for now--keep the frozen Snickers outta my knickers.

Labels: Satisfying, sex, Snickers

I was 18 when I first met him. He was the best friend of Michael. Michael was dating my friend Di. David was handsome and charming. He had dark hair and deep brown velvet eyes. He could have stood to lose a few pounds, but it really did not detract from the overall good looks. David was usually called Gaggy by all who knew him well.

My first memory of him was sitting next to him at a restaurant with a large group of mutual friends. He must have had 5 or 6 Long Island ice teas and he was outrageously funny. He led the group in singing Jimmy Buffet songs and eventually turned his charm on me. We verbally sparred all evening. My sarcasm was a defense against the growing attraction I was feeling for him. The chemistry between us was like electricity and the air around us crackled with it.

I was hooked. He was a bad boy and we flirted heavily each time we were together. I believe we may even have exchanged phone calls, but that could be a false memory. Anyway, I had met him during a brief period that he had broken up with his girlfriend and they were soon back together. I really wanted to hate her, but she was simply too nice. I really wanted to hate Gaggy and the reaction he provoked in me, but I couldn't. The chemistry between us was very evident to everyone around us and it made for some uncomfortable moments when all three of us were together at a party.

Gaggy and his girlfriend eventually married. I would like to say that the attraction between us went by the wayside, but it never did. It was always as strong as ever. He could make me laugh until I cried--and that is not an easy reaction to get from me. My body would fairly vibrate when he was around so strong was the pull he had.

I cannot remember the last time I saw or spoke to Gaggy but I think it must be about 6 years or more. Long enough that I only give him a passing thought once in a blue moon.

This is my little tribute to my friend Gaggy. I learned yesterday that he died earlier this year. I will miss his laughter, his passion, his sarcasm, his light. I will miss the electrical charge that ran through me when I first would see him. My world is a little quieter today.

Labels: Gaggy

I was a wee bit bored with how life has come to a grinding halt so I took myself off to sashay in front of book boy. Book boy was nowhere to be seen when I got there so I just started browsing amongst the book aisles to kill some time. I was perusing the Kama Sutra Million Positions to Incredible Sex when I felt someone behind me. I got my "cat ate the cream" grin before I turned because I thought it was book boy. But no, not book boy, this was a real handsome Asian man in a Giorgio Armani suit, cut to fit him. OMG! He smelled of very fragrant cigar smoke (normally a turn off) and he was bald (really finding this look to be sexy). He reached passed me and touched a copy of the translated Kama Sutra book nestled next to the pseudo-erotica. He said if I really wanted an excellent reference that this was the book for me rather than the commercialised trash I was perusing. He was so close I could smell the intoxicating scent he was wearing and see the laugh lines at the corners of his chocolate brown eyes. His eyes were not on the books though, but gazing deep into mine. I think I stopped breathing, but I am not certain. He introduced himself and I reciprocated. I asked if he was from the area and he said he was here on business from Atlanta. He asked me if I was interested in getting a drink with him and I barely got the word "YES" out. He offered his hand to me and I took it. As we walked out of the store, we passed a very startled book boy who got only a wave from me in response to his "Hey Sassy". On a side note...teee heee heee...boy is he eating his heart out!

So after a few pineapple martinis at my favorite bar which doubles as a cigar lounge (Asian Delight loved the place). We moved on to his hotel room and let me tell you....he gave Kama Sutra new meaning to me. How did this incredible night end? Did we exchange phone numbers and promise to stay in touch? Well, I noticed--most belatedly--that Asian Delight was wearing a wedding ring in the light of day. I was so freakin blinded by lust that I just did not notice it. I have never been in the habit of looking for wedding bands on men's hands. Dammit! I really need to be more vigilant! So now I am wavering between guilt and pleasure. *sigh* Same old thing....I go after what I can't have even subconsciously. What the hell is wrong with me?????

Labels: Asian Delight, Book Boy, dating, sex

SL came through with a very lovely weekend. Saturday evening was spent in discussion and a little debate on the various authors and their books that we have read. SL pushed his luck somewhat when he declared that he absolutely could not stand Drew Barrymore on Friday so I brought 50 First Dates with me to torture him. Lucky for him we never got around to watching it---yet!

Sunday was spent eating some partially raw hash browns (decidedly NOT the best around, SL) and then a nice jaunt to Sarah Duke gardens where I took pictures till I ran out of space on my camera. I am invariably forgetting to either charge the battery or put the external memory card in my camera. Grrrrr. I missed some awesome photo ops because of that slip of the memory. Head over to SL's blog to see a few pics he took of me. A few of my own shots (and no, I did not get any pics of SL cause I ran outta memory):





I unfortunately developed a migraine from the heat, but SL took me home & took care of me! Ahhhh how sweet! I think SL is wiping his brow in relief that I was stricken because I was ready to crack the whip & get his house into tip top shape in a few hours! I thought I was a pack rat, but really I have nothing in comparision to his collection of stuff.

SassyAssy just cannot stay domesticated! This is such a freaking boring post that I think I will have to go out and set up a few dates with other men to keep the sassy going. Or I could mention that the oral pleasures I experience with SL just rocket me to the moon. I don't know blog readers--you decide: keep dating multiple men or discuss the sex life?????

Labels: Sarah Duke Gardens, Sassafried Lovah, weekend

In a completely unprecedented move, I have allowed the new man to have a say in his nickname. I coined BlogLover yesterday but it was met with a three thumbs down. So I asked for his suggestions, but none of them really grabbed at me. His only complaint about BlogLover was that it sounded like he loves blogs. I went with that name because we met here in blogland. *sigh* so what to do? Frankly, he is the only guy I have gone out with that was even aware that a moniker is assigned (a first) and he is also the only the guy who knows about my blog (yet another first) and is allowed to read it (ditto). So last nite when we were bandying about names I said I kinda liked "Sassafried Lovah". To me that indicates that I, SassyAssy, have had an effect on him and ding ding ding, we have a winner--at least temporarily. So BlogLover is now Sassafried Lovah--or SL for short. See--SassyAssy is capable of compromise and reasonableness--when the mood strikes.

SL has promised to show me a good time this weekend....waiting with bated breath to see whether we agree on what a good time consists of....he is off to a stellar start (he paid me good money to say that), but can he sustain or top it???? That is the question dear SL. The gauntlet has been thrown.

Labels: BlogLover, new man, Sassafried Lovah

Much to his chagrin and not a little bit of eating his heart out....I managed to escape Joseph's putting on the charm for a booty call in exchange for fixing poor laptop. The thing about old lovers is they know what works and he knows that I adore having my face caressed and hair brushed back gently off my face. It was his signature move on me in the beginning of our relationship and what melted my heart. He moved in for a goodbye hug and segued into a passionate kiss coupled with the signature moves. For a millisecond of time I let myself suspend in the passion of his kiss, but the voices (Jadey's most particular) were screaming to get the hell outta there. So I listened to the voice of reason and pushed him away. I told him "This is just about a booty call and I deserve so much more than that." He agreed and I said goodbye. As I was backing out of the parking space I looked up and he was on the sidewalk just staring after me. He showed up yesterday morning at my apartment with my laptop in tow...fresh and fixed. I fixed him coffee, wrote him a check and he lingered. He told me I was incredibly sweet and had the power to change a man. I told him I did not have that kind of power and that a man should change for himself and not someone else. He is lonely you see and I guess missing his unpaid babysitter. Eating his heart out for letting me slip away in a careless whim. Yes, there is satisfaction in seeing that and no regrets for not being lured in by the Joseph charm once again.

I had the locks changed on my apartment this week when my BlogLover pointed out that 27A psycho could have put in a webcam. I don't think he did, but why chance it. Then as if there has not been enough on the man front this week, Latin Lovah psycho resurfaced. This is a transcript of the bizzare IM chat we had:

----- Our chat on Wed, 6/6/07 3:56 PM -----
latinlovah (3:44 PM): hello

SassyDragon (3:46 PM): hi

latinlovah (3:46 PM): what is your first name ms dragon

SassyDragon (3:47 PM): Sassy

latinlovah (3:47 PM): what is your name on yahoosingles , is that your first name

latinlovah (3:48 PM): can you post your foto on messenger

SassyDragon (3:48 PM): Luis, this is Chris

SassyDragon (3:48 PM): don't think you intended to talk to me again

latinlovah (3:48 PM): what

SassyDragon (3:50 PM): the last time we chatted you said it would be the last...maybe you clicked on my IM name by mistake

latinlovah (3:51 PM): dont know what you mean

SassyDragon (3:52 PM): we met for coffee & dinner several weeks ago.......do you remember that?

latinloavh (3:53 PM): your from va.

SassyDragon (3:53 PM): yes

latinlovah (3:53 PM): what happened with your new beau

SassyDragon (3:53 PM): what do you mean?

latinlovah (3:54 PM): you said you had reconnect with an old flame

SassyDragon (3:56 PM): yes

SassyDragon (3:56 PM): and the last time we chatted you said you were never talking to me again

SassyDragon (3:56 PM): so I guess I am confused

I thought this chat would be the end (again)! But nooooooo he resurfaced last night to ask to be added to my yahoo messenger list. I blocked this wackjob. I guess it could be said that Sassy has gotten her psycho-magnet mystic back. Diane of Martinis for Two could certainly tell you how powerful a pyscho-magnet a much younger Sassy was. She has the stories that would make your hair curl (sadly, they never made my hair curl despite living the reality...I had to get perms for that). Mama always said that a sense of humor was worth its weight in gold and thank god I have that in spades! I need it to put perspective on the weird shit that goes on in my life. BlogLover says he finds me tortured but I told him it was more like haunted, but at least I could laugh about all the damn craziness. I don't think BlogLover has ever had quite so much drama in his existence....do you really think you can handle it, BlogLover? I hope I am not one of your scientific experiments.....tee hee, but damn it sure is fun if it is.

Labels: 27A, BlogLover, Joseph, Latin Lovah, psycho-magnet, psychos

I ran home today at lunch to pick some things up for school tonight. As I crest the last step on the third floor I see a rectangular box on my door mat. I order a lot of things from Amazon and Ebay so this is not an unusual sight. I approached the door wondering what it could be because I was not expecting anything. I got a little smile on my face when I see "Proflowers" stamped all over the box. A bemused smile because seriously I have not received flowers in years and I cannot begin to think who would be sending me flowers, but yes, there is my name on the box: Sassy Assy so they must be for me. I can't open the box fast enough.

When I tell you that tears sprang to my eyes when I caught sight of the bouquet and read the card, it is no blogland exaggeration. My friend sent them as an early birthday gift. They are just perfect and I love them. I could not wait to tell him thank you and frankly "Thank You" does not even begin to cover how receiving these flowers made me feel. I am still smiling all these hours later just gazing at these exotic blooms...I thought I would share them with you. Bask in their beauty with me. Isn't my friend thoughtful and ever so very sweet?

Labels: birthday, Flowers, happy

Tonight is the night! After two years of hardwork, tons of homework, too many presentations to count, a love/hate relationship with powerpoint, a deadweight former study team mate, the world's greatest bestfriend discovered (RYAN), and lets face it, a chunky student loan--the last class for my BBA program is tonight. I am not a little burnt out and exhausted from school. Ryan and I could barely devote even a fraction of a fraction of enthusiasm for our final class project (which frankly is a subjective piece of crap and not reflective of anything useful we have learned in Management Strategies) and our 30 minute presentation. We decided we could stand for once in the program to turn in a C-grade project and if we only do a 10 minute presentation versus a 30 minute, we could live with that too. We just want to get to Frankie Rowland's for the celebratory pineapple martini tonight.

I think I managed to convince everyone in the BBA program to join us for a least one drink. I will probably shed a few tears tonight when I hoist that martini for the initial toast to our success. We are a motley crew of 11 business people who got a late start on the education tract. We have become a family of sorts with complaints of various character flaws, tears shed over the three divorces in the group, happiness for a baby born, an impending marriage (Ryan!!!!!!) and hysterical laughter over my shared dating adventures. Frankly, I never thought the past two years would go so quickly and that in a blink of an eye I would have my diploma. I am educated, hear me roar!

School is not completely over yet, nor graduation assured until we turn in our graduation project in July and I either have to Clep Biology (oy vey) or take two natural science classes. My idea of a good science class is learning about the strawberry and rose undertones in my pinot grigio so pray for me on this front. Then I am taking my SassyAssyness off on vacation. I don't know where or who with (maybe just my alter ego) but I want to lay on a beach, sip some mojitos, read a pile of books that have collected dust, and turn my brain off for short time. I want to celebrate my diploma, my impending divorce, and a good life to be had by all.

Come Nov/Dec I will enroll in the Master of Accountancy with concentration in forensic accounting and the new book of my life will start. I am excited about combining my insatiable desire to find/dig/discover information with my talent for accounting. Again two more years of school.Once that is done, I will sit for the Certified fraud exam. I will then take two more accounting classes and then I will sit for the CPA exam. Somewhere along the way, I want to fall in love. Madly, wildly, completely in love with someone who feels the same about me. I want to see my business take off and soar. I want to become the best dancer I can possibly be. I want to stay healthy. I want to develop a buff body. I want to sit around on a regular basis and be surrounded by the people that are in my life right now who have supported me through thick and thin. I want to always be grateful for the people who care about me and show this gratitude daily. I want to hug my nieces as often as possible. I want to travel on some new adventures. I want to declutter my house. I want to wake up each morning and greet the day with a smile. I want to buy a sexy red convertible car....hey, I am not completely free of material desires!

So tonight, when I hoist that pineapple martini for the first time and say "cheers" I will be cheering for the end and the beginning at the same time. I will be crying a few joyful tears and I will be celebrating my life and how far I have come in such a short time.

Labels: dreams come true, school

I was back in Charlotte for another set of dance lessons and the dance social. I was having some technical issues and Nikolai spent time figuring out the dynamics of what I was doing wrong and offering soothing words of encouragement--hence his new nickname, The Dance Whisperer.

I am afraid I got a little tipsy at the social. I usually have 3-4 glasses of chard at the parties, but this time someone switched out the chard for "Bubbly" on trip number three to the bar area. I topped my glass off and headed back to my seat at the table to watch the dancers. I was giggling uncontrollably in a short while as the bubbly went straight to my head. I was too giggly/tipsy to really do justice to the cha-cha, but by some miracle--I nailed the tango including the new steps we just practiced that day. I was feeling no pain and was quite happy. In fact, I was saying about pretty much everything, "That is soooooooooo lovely" with only minor lisping and slurring of the words. Jade took me off to IHOP for some much needed food. I usually can make Jade laugh, but she was doubled over in hysterical laughter at the experience of my inebriated, happy happy state. I believe I even told the waitress the Belgian waffle was soooooooooooo lovely. Fortunately, I did not have a hangover this morning (or I guess, yesterday morning at this point).

I hesitate to speak of my news, but I will give a brief blip of it. A friend--a man--has been on the peripheral of my life for about two years. Some recent events have brought about an opportunity for us to get to know each other better. We have been spending a lot of time on the phone (and I hate talking on the phone, but I sure do enjoy talking to him). We have flirted quite discreetly over the course of our friendship and apparently we both have been attracted to each other from afar. Should I relay these facts incorrectly, I am sure he will be quick to straighten me out as he is a loyal reader of this blog. Wish us both luck that the chemistry we feel over the phone is as strong in person...just a few more hours and we will know for sure.

Labels: dancing, dating, new man, romance