Dog days
...can be rough when you fancy yourself of a somewhat feline-esque temperament...
It's hot...swelteringly so...I feel like the Kathleen Turner character in the movie 'Body Heat' (it was a kind of 'hot' movie) - well at least the scene where William Hurt breaks in and has hot sex with her on the floor or something or other - is pretty hot.
This heat would seem oppressing to most - but again being thankful I live right up against the lake - I don't find it too too bad here. I want to go to the beach (hell I *always* want to go to a beach (any beach *laughs*)) but I have to go meet some business partners for dinner to hash out a marketing plan and figure out ways to grow our business. So the beach is off - until perhaps after dinner and then I might just drive up there and walk until sunset and hopefully the coolness of the evening will play against the backdrop of the fire that slips into the lake every evening come dusk.
I want, I want, I want...*sigh*
I want to share this with someone. I want to be mad and fiery and passionate. I want to have sex (*laughs*) one of these days; and not just sex, I want this to be as passionate and fiery as me (or at least as much as I dare think I am) - kind of like that scene (I am sure I've mentioned before) in the movie 'From Here to Eternity' (oh and if you are too lame to know which scene that is or even the movie to which I refer get off my blog or go ask your parents) - only of course making love on the beach can cause discomfort if not done properly, and land you in jail or in front of a judge for indecency if not handled discreetly enough....nope don't want that ruining the fantasy...
I guess ultimately the lonliness just plays/preys upon me and I grow weary of being alone and not having someone to share with, or to take a walk along the beach with, or to rub oil all over each other (insert next action here), or to see the sunset with, or all the myriad of things you seem to do in those first months/years of the romance when everything seems so peachy keen and then it fades like so many on-screen love scenes till it's all blurry and you can't figure out why you ended up together in the first place....
...and as I write this I am amazed at my own cynicism and wondering if part of the problem is that I am somehow too jaded to fall in love anymore - because let me tell you dear readers (if any of you do still read this thing I claim to be an author to) - that this has to somehow be for me a 'falling in love' this girl isn't just going to go out and have tawdry (or in this case, in this heat) steamy sex - (and I can't for the life of me figure out why - or why I even have the audacity to call myself Colette on here...) - and how is that going to ever happen if I am too scared to let it happen? Is longing in one's heart/soul enough to MAKE something happen? Do I have to make a sacrifice to the Goddess just to get a decent partner?
Just musing out loud....and forcing you to listen *laughs*
Now I am off to go to this damn dinner and make the other wives jealous (tsk, tsk Colette) - no don't be silly I am not doing *this* on purpose - it's just that I've already met the one wife and she doesn't like me and I am sure the other will follow suit because they are friends with each other so it shall be 'pick-on/dislike-the-divorcee-when-we-are-actually-jealous-of-her-cause-our-husbands-think-she's-hot' kind of scenario at dinner...guess I should play it to the hilt (for what it's worth) and wear something low-cut just for my *own* entertainment purposes (being the total bitch that I am...)*smirk*
fun, fun, fun...
See you at the beach at sunset cheri...
A bientot
It's hot...swelteringly so...I feel like the Kathleen Turner character in the movie 'Body Heat' (it was a kind of 'hot' movie) - well at least the scene where William Hurt breaks in and has hot sex with her on the floor or something or other - is pretty hot.
This heat would seem oppressing to most - but again being thankful I live right up against the lake - I don't find it too too bad here. I want to go to the beach (hell I *always* want to go to a beach (any beach *laughs*)) but I have to go meet some business partners for dinner to hash out a marketing plan and figure out ways to grow our business. So the beach is off - until perhaps after dinner and then I might just drive up there and walk until sunset and hopefully the coolness of the evening will play against the backdrop of the fire that slips into the lake every evening come dusk.
I want, I want, I want...*sigh*
I want to share this with someone. I want to be mad and fiery and passionate. I want to have sex (*laughs*) one of these days; and not just sex, I want this to be as passionate and fiery as me (or at least as much as I dare think I am) - kind of like that scene (I am sure I've mentioned before) in the movie 'From Here to Eternity' (oh and if you are too lame to know which scene that is or even the movie to which I refer get off my blog or go ask your parents) - only of course making love on the beach can cause discomfort if not done properly, and land you in jail or in front of a judge for indecency if not handled discreetly enough....nope don't want that ruining the fantasy...
I guess ultimately the lonliness just plays/preys upon me and I grow weary of being alone and not having someone to share with, or to take a walk along the beach with, or to rub oil all over each other (insert next action here), or to see the sunset with, or all the myriad of things you seem to do in those first months/years of the romance when everything seems so peachy keen and then it fades like so many on-screen love scenes till it's all blurry and you can't figure out why you ended up together in the first place....
...and as I write this I am amazed at my own cynicism and wondering if part of the problem is that I am somehow too jaded to fall in love anymore - because let me tell you dear readers (if any of you do still read this thing I claim to be an author to) - that this has to somehow be for me a 'falling in love' this girl isn't just going to go out and have tawdry (or in this case, in this heat) steamy sex - (and I can't for the life of me figure out why - or why I even have the audacity to call myself Colette on here...) - and how is that going to ever happen if I am too scared to let it happen? Is longing in one's heart/soul enough to MAKE something happen? Do I have to make a sacrifice to the Goddess just to get a decent partner?
Just musing out loud....and forcing you to listen *laughs*
Now I am off to go to this damn dinner and make the other wives jealous (tsk, tsk Colette) - no don't be silly I am not doing *this* on purpose - it's just that I've already met the one wife and she doesn't like me and I am sure the other will follow suit because they are friends with each other so it shall be 'pick-on/dislike-the-divorcee-when-we-are-actually-jealous-of-her-cause-our-husbands-think-she's-hot' kind of scenario at dinner...guess I should play it to the hilt (for what it's worth) and wear something low-cut just for my *own* entertainment purposes (being the total bitch that I am...)*smirk*
fun, fun, fun...
See you at the beach at sunset cheri...
A bientot
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