little secrets

all names have been changed
Mon Aug 3

it has seriously been a long time since i’ve posted anything new. shame on me. but i have excellent excuses-i took a vacation! well, a family vacation at least. i travelled, along with two of my siblings, to our family summer home. you know the type of beach town i am referring to-where the citifolk flee on the weekends in their range rovers, bmws, porshes, you get my point. i was curious to see if the current state of the economy would affect an area that has always been defined as ‘elite’ and ‘poshe’. i think this is the first time since its inception as the ‘playground for the rich and famous’ that real estate prices fell. and by fell, i obviously mean crashed and burned. like, 30 million dollar homes being foreclosed on. i was certain, that these people would be humbled and the line at the starbucks on mainstreet would be more tolerable. i mean, who is paying for a $5 latte when all of the bankers that have made this town what it is are all out of a j-o-b. ummm yeah-no. so apprantly my logical-or not so logical thinking-that of course i would retun to our family summer home to find less people sittting in bumper to bumper traffic in fancy cars and designer tennis attire was dead wrong. in fact, i don’t think i have ever waited so long to get me non-fat mocha! and right on cue-as i sat in a sushi resturaunt in town, one of the nyc housewives, THE Countess, sat right next to me with a beautiful playe of fresh sashimi. looks like things haven’t changed-or at least the memo has not been sent out.

other than that, and the fact that i am tired of flip flops and shorts, summer has been calm. calm is good. everything with previously spoken of young hottie is swell. he has learned a lot about what dating and how to treat a lady. in fact, sometimes i think i should have made a career out of educating men on how to keep a good woman. bringing me cookies, dvr-ing my favorite shows in case i forget to watch, loving my pets, admitting that i am always right etc. damn i’m goood.

Tue Jun 2
so all was just swell. my young hottie and i have been getting along famously. everything was in place-great sex, plenty of laughter, common interests. we have even gotten into a routine-a daily pattern that brought with it all of the comforts of being in a relationship. so, that is what it had become-a relationship. there wasn’t any need to discuss it, but it just felt right. UNTIL LAST NIGHT. as i was was falling asleep, my much much younger man began with the questions-‘does our age difference freak you out’ ‘are you uncomfortable with the idea of being together’ etc etc etc. i mean it didn’t stop and was making me feel more uncomfortable than i imagined i was. sheesh. sometimes things are just better left unsaid.
i loved everything about where we were. i was settling into the idea of being with him-and now it feels robbed of its innonence. robbed of its raw uninhibited passion. the questions he asked me as we lay in bed linger over my head. am i uncomfortable? is our age diffrence too big  of an issue to  ignore?  i couldn’t answer the questions last night. but they are  all i can think about today.
i’m hoping things return to the bliss i’ve had….but let it it be clear:if it ain’t broke don’t fix it.
i feel bleh

so all was just swell. my young hottie and i have been getting along famously. everything was in place-great sex, plenty of laughter, common interests. we have even gotten into a routine-a daily pattern that brought with it all of the comforts of being in a relationship. so, that is what it had become-a relationship. there wasn’t any need to discuss it, but it just felt right. UNTIL LAST NIGHT. as i was was falling asleep, my much much younger man began with the questions-‘does our age difference freak you out’ ‘are you uncomfortable with the idea of being together’ etc etc etc. i mean it didn’t stop and was making me feel more uncomfortable than i imagined i was. sheesh. sometimes things are just better left unsaid.

i loved everything about where we were. i was settling into the idea of being with him-and now it feels robbed of its innonence. robbed of its raw uninhibited passion. the questions he asked me as we lay in bed linger over my head. am i uncomfortable? is our age diffrence too big  of an issue to  ignore?  i couldn’t answer the questions last night. but they are  all i can think about today.

i’m hoping things return to the bliss i’ve had….but let it it be clear:if it ain’t broke don’t fix it.

i feel bleh

Wed May 27
Wed May 13
Forget your personal tragedy. We are all bitched from the start and you especially have to be hurt like hell before you can write seriously. But when you get the damned hurt, use it-don’t cheat with it. Ernest Hemingway (via jager)
Sun Apr 26
Sat Apr 25
i’m wondering if i can find the right words to tell pharell how much i love him…

i’m wondering if i can find the right words to tell pharell how much i love him…

i’m in the mood to roller skate! 

i’m in the mood to roller skate!