I'd like to make a lunch date with you, again, in the very near future, to discuss it in person, however. Over sushi (swan eat fish, I believe)... cows eat grass/grain/hay. Blech.
I'd love to have lunch. The swan loves fish and seaweed too!
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btw, the bunny in the car seat thing with the tippy cup description? Jesus Christ, I laughed my azz off...
I'm glad I amused. Can you tell I was feeling kind of cranky this afternoon? There should have been a soundtrack of a hot, itchy, bored monkey whining attached to the description. As LP has pointed out several times, when a Type 7 starts making a lot of rules for herself it's a sure sign of low-functioning. Pretty much I've been manifesting the worst traits of the bunny and the monkey since my separation which means I've been acting like a creature that doesn't even quite make animal status, I've been a "Cabbage" or as my sister very aptly put it "Why are you acting like such a freaking coquette?" I had a pretty good idea of the definition of coquette but I looked it up anyways.
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COQUETTE: a woman who endeavors without sincere affection to gain the attention and admiration of men
Yup, that about sums up my behavior. I'm not very proud of myself but I must say that if a female is looking for sexual validation playing the cabbage/coquette will do the trick. However, in the future I shall be dating as the swan/lioness and using my intuition/knowledge to find my next lover. I can throw out the rulebook since the immature animals will only be making brief appearances, like children sneaking a few appetizers before being bundled off to bed when the grown-ups throw a cocktail party. It will be just like when I use my intuition/knowledge to shop for books. I'll just ask myself "Does this man hold value for me?" and the vast majority of the time I'll make the correct judgment.
"Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?" - Mary Oliver
