A Little Practical Magic...
...and he is practically magical as well...
Yesterday was spent catching up on data entry at work – due to glitches in certain programs I am behind – arrgghh I HATE doing data entry – HATE IT! With a passion…
I went after work to get my hair done. Went to a different place and was really pleased with the outcome. At the salon, while in the chair reading ‘Cosmo’ (no comments from the peanut gallery it’s not like they have ‘Newsweek’ or ‘Time’ or even ‘National Geographics’ (LOL did *I* just type that last one) in salons to read (wonders why the hell not). At any rate there were some interesting ‘tips’ on ‘how to make your man go wild in bed’ but then isn’t that de rigueur for magazines like ‘Cosmo’?
Last night I got to also spend time with the other ‘passion’ in my life, Erin (the one I want to use the ‘tips’ on *winks*). He looked amazing! He had gone on a business jaunt up to Michigan to try to convince a client to use their services. The trip was somewhat fruitful. He was dressed to the nines and it made me wish that I had shown up to his place a little more ‘dressy’, but he got changed and we went to go see a friend to pick up a ‘steamer’ for use in trying to get an extremely-stubborn-refusing-to-budge wallpaper border off the walls in his bedroom. I enjoyed meeting his friend – he seemed like a very nice gentleman. (Note to self: keep Erin away from TVs).
Afterwards we went to get some food (vegetarian pitas yummy!), and then went to his house (again) to watch ‘Practical Magic’ which is a ‘date/chick’ flick. It’s cute, sweet, and romantic although I get irritated with it’s portrayal of ‘the craft’ at times. (The soundtrack is excellent BTW).
Then we retired for the evening (insert ‘ooh la las’ here) *smiles*
I could ride on the wave of the good times I have with him for days at a stretch. I am just constantly amazed at how I feel about him and how we seem to get along. Sometimes I wonder (and fret) about us. Thoughts like am I pleasing him; are there things I need to be doing differently? (I know we seem to communicate well enough that if I did he’d tell me – and he has) –yet still there is wondering. Sometimes I wonder as well if HE ever thinks about the same things – do men ever wonder if they could be doing things differently? Not to be disparaging or lump them all together but I have to say most men I’ve known (and have been with), don’t care after a certain point – they get where they ‘want to be’ and then they either ‘rest on their laurels’ or they just get lazy (of course women do this as well). He makes me feel special and more importantly he makes me feel like he gives a damn about what’s going on in my life, in my head, in my heart, and in my soul. Is the body or pleasure really all that important in relation to the ‘other’ aspects of me? Sure we all want to have hot sex (well at least *I* think most of us do) – is sex MORE enhanced when all of the ‘other bases’ are covered? Is it more steamy to have sex with a ‘perfect stranger’ or with your true love? Or, is the appeal of having sex with someone new perhaps, is that the doldrums have set in with your current S.O.? Again, this is where the constant reading of the barometer comes in to make sure you ARE communicating your needs/wants/desires to each other. What if you aren’t ‘hard-wired’ to ask? The ‘is every relationship doomed to failure’ question seeps in, insidiously…
I feel so very lucky and so blessed. I am just hoping my luck continues to hold.
Is this luck, or is this fate?
Yesterday was spent catching up on data entry at work – due to glitches in certain programs I am behind – arrgghh I HATE doing data entry – HATE IT! With a passion…
I went after work to get my hair done. Went to a different place and was really pleased with the outcome. At the salon, while in the chair reading ‘Cosmo’ (no comments from the peanut gallery it’s not like they have ‘Newsweek’ or ‘Time’ or even ‘National Geographics’ (LOL did *I* just type that last one) in salons to read (wonders why the hell not). At any rate there were some interesting ‘tips’ on ‘how to make your man go wild in bed’ but then isn’t that de rigueur for magazines like ‘Cosmo’?
Last night I got to also spend time with the other ‘passion’ in my life, Erin (the one I want to use the ‘tips’ on *winks*). He looked amazing! He had gone on a business jaunt up to Michigan to try to convince a client to use their services. The trip was somewhat fruitful. He was dressed to the nines and it made me wish that I had shown up to his place a little more ‘dressy’, but he got changed and we went to go see a friend to pick up a ‘steamer’ for use in trying to get an extremely-stubborn-refusing-to-budge wallpaper border off the walls in his bedroom. I enjoyed meeting his friend – he seemed like a very nice gentleman. (Note to self: keep Erin away from TVs).
Afterwards we went to get some food (vegetarian pitas yummy!), and then went to his house (again) to watch ‘Practical Magic’ which is a ‘date/chick’ flick. It’s cute, sweet, and romantic although I get irritated with it’s portrayal of ‘the craft’ at times. (The soundtrack is excellent BTW).
Then we retired for the evening (insert ‘ooh la las’ here) *smiles*
I could ride on the wave of the good times I have with him for days at a stretch. I am just constantly amazed at how I feel about him and how we seem to get along. Sometimes I wonder (and fret) about us. Thoughts like am I pleasing him; are there things I need to be doing differently? (I know we seem to communicate well enough that if I did he’d tell me – and he has) –yet still there is wondering. Sometimes I wonder as well if HE ever thinks about the same things – do men ever wonder if they could be doing things differently? Not to be disparaging or lump them all together but I have to say most men I’ve known (and have been with), don’t care after a certain point – they get where they ‘want to be’ and then they either ‘rest on their laurels’ or they just get lazy (of course women do this as well). He makes me feel special and more importantly he makes me feel like he gives a damn about what’s going on in my life, in my head, in my heart, and in my soul. Is the body or pleasure really all that important in relation to the ‘other’ aspects of me? Sure we all want to have hot sex (well at least *I* think most of us do) – is sex MORE enhanced when all of the ‘other bases’ are covered? Is it more steamy to have sex with a ‘perfect stranger’ or with your true love? Or, is the appeal of having sex with someone new perhaps, is that the doldrums have set in with your current S.O.? Again, this is where the constant reading of the barometer comes in to make sure you ARE communicating your needs/wants/desires to each other. What if you aren’t ‘hard-wired’ to ask? The ‘is every relationship doomed to failure’ question seeps in, insidiously…
I feel so very lucky and so blessed. I am just hoping my luck continues to hold.
Is this luck, or is this fate?
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