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

Somebody Needs A Slappin And There Will Be No Enjoyment Felt - Original post date August 20 2008

I remember saying that I was sick of hearing about friends that have an amazing, yet confusing, sex life, saying I would love a sex life no matter how confusing.

OK, my sex life in the last 9 months (prior to that is was pretty pitiful too) has equated to 1 poor friend with benefit thing and 1 amazing night-morning shag fest, but at least he said that he misses me. Ok it could be the sex with me that he misses but hey, either way is good. Keep him wanting more and control the situation. (Lord, I am doing the control thing again.) I can say that I have had a shag or many and I am thrilled!

Wonder chick, however, is in a situation that has me furious with a certain young boy that doesn't know what is good for him. 2 dates in 9 months 1st date not even a snog, second date a kiss and a very brief moment of boob action, and dates since May have been rescheduled and rescheduled and now, he can't see her until Sept when they will try to catch up again. Let me tell you, he had better be worth waiting for, and none of this quick kiss and boob brush. The end result should have her hair looking like she has been shagged within an inch of her life and then go in for more.

What is wrong with blokes? They are either at one extreme or another. They either go in for the main course and have tentacles (not testicles) flaying about groping without thought, or, they won't even touch you. (MCop is different though. He has the combination just right. First date not too much, but just right. Actually if I hadn't promised myself I would be a good girl for at least the first date then who knows what would have happened.)

OK, boys. Those of you that I know, since there are some of you that I haven't been on a date with, I can't include you in on this generalisation. I am sure you are all 'just right' and if any of you wish to prove that, then I am happy to consider it. Hey, I am always up for a snog! (I know I use the word snog a lot. I just hate the term pash. It is so 1980's high school days. Dawn French snogs, and since it is good enough for her, it is good enough for me. She is one very sexy lady!)

I can't believe that I have blabbed about my experience the way I have. I was always under the impression that blokes do the talking about it and gals keep things to themselves. I am telling just about anyone that will listen. I am really to shout it from the rooftop... 'I shagged a cop for hours and it was fabulous'.

OK, I am going to do everyone a favour and shut up about the shag thing now. Talking about it is a little tacky and I know I hated hearing about it when I was in the desert.

"Sex is nothing when you don't get it and everything when you do"

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