Operation Diva (OD)

I am a Diva, well as least I was in a former lifetime and I intend on getting back to the state of DIVAness (I expect
to see this word in the Macquarie Dictionary in the near future).

I am late 30’s, newly single, fat, frumpy, fitness challenged, brain dead, hilarious compared to a Kathy Reichs
best seller with the personality of a beige wall and yet, I know I am more.

I am in a state of emptiness, and I have decided it is time for me to change. I have to get off my arse, get fit, get rid of the extra person not paying rent living in my body, meet people, get interesting, find the IQ points I have lost, and get back to living.

Friday, July 30, 2010

And The Diva Is Back - Original post date August 17 2008

All I can say is that I had a religious experience this weekend. 'Oh My God' was blurted out more times than a 15 min conversation between 2 teenage bimbo Americans and Jesus was mentioned more in the last 24 hrs than at a Hillsong convention.

OK, Friends. If you don't want to hear all the sad somewhat 'personal' details of a Diva who has found her way back, turn off now, or be prepared to hear all the juicy details. (well, I won't give all the details)

I went out with army cop on a date Wednesday night and yes, Diva ticked off the 'snog a cop' box and lord is he a great kisser!

I met up with him for dinner on Saturday night and went back to his place and lord almighty. Who knew foreplay wasn't spelt fourplay? Seriously, I would have loved a four min entre before the main course arrived previously, but, hallalujah, lets just say hours past, and no, he most certainly didn't have any issues either!

I have been kissed in places I didn't know I had places. I felt things in my toes for God sake. Lord. I heard heavenly choirs of angels and I am sure fireworks were in full 'NYE' show.

If anyone has seen the Vicar of Dibley ep where she finally shags Davids brother and BoyZone start singing 'No Matter What' and the sparks fly and the fireworks are in full swing. Yep. That was last night...this morning....who knew a morning shag could be so fabulous!

Funny thing though. As I was falling asleep, a horrible thought came into my head. What the hell does my 'sex face' look like? I think it was a good thing that he had candles going. (I look particularly hot in very very low lighting). I couldn't see his sex face because without my glasses and in low light, I can't see the hand in front of my face but he has had laser eye surgery so his eye sight is perfect. The things you think about.

In all seriousness, I felt special last night. I haven't felt special in years. I haven't fallen asleep next to somebody being spooned and not wanted to tell them to piss off. Don't get me wrong. I am not doing the whole, 'I think I love him' crap. I love the sex! I am not even remotely attached emotionally. It is going to take a hell of a long time for that with anyone.

All I need to do is hope this whole event is repeated and not just a one off thing. Neither a one night stand nor a one night wonder that just sucks you in and then every time after that is a dud!

She is back people and lovin it. I am off to have a hot shower, take some nurofen (My muscles are really sore. Remember, this body doesn't exercise unless it is enjoyable and it has been a bloody long while since I have had a work out).

I apologise to you all for the less than subtle nature of this entry (no pun intended). I could have been much more explicit and descriptive but I will be keeping that to myself. I am a lady after all.

'I think I could fall madly in bed with you.' Anonymous

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