This week passed me by while I was in a haze. I got violently ill on Monday night and vaguely remember a friend hauling me down my three flights of steps to the doctor's office. I was diagnosed with flu or cozzycoxxi or kamikaze virus. Hell, I could barely walk, much less keep up with what the dr. was saying. I was just interested in the drugs to make me stop vomiting. I can tolerate feeling like someone beat me all over with a baseball bat, but the puke thing makes me even sicker. I have a weak stomach normally! I got my drugs and doped up and slept for 2 days. I awoke this morning feeling dazed and confused, but tummy is a bit happier. If I wrote any entries on ya'lls blogs, returned phone calls or emails, I apologize for anything I said as I was way out of it.

Good news for me....I am winning my bet with Utenzi. He said I could not go a week without my dating site fix....well, I am a couple days shy of that goal and I have not even been tempted! Hmmm....now what was I going to get when I won (oh, I think you know exactly what I want!)???? Guess you can pay up on your long overdue vacation coming up. I will be waiting......

Labels: Bet, Sick, Utenzi

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