Men in white coats would be called in to transport her off.
LOL- But other primates groom in order to get sex, right? Why would brushing a woman's hair be any more odd than buying her a drink? I read this recently. It's particularly interesting, to me, to note that when the females groomed the males the sexual activity and aggression decreased.
Although given the food analogies frequently bandied about on this BB this might be even more relevant.
"Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?" - Mary Oliver
In public, playing with hair is flirtatious behavior, whether it's she who's tossing it provocatively, twirling a lock of it around her finger, or he who is reaching up gently to push a strand off her forehead...
For him to brush her hair before bed IN THE BEDROOM would be very sexy.
I know. I wonder if you could make money if you set up a sort of self-service singles grooming parlor? Did I tell you guys that a foot fetishist e-mailed me?
Anyways, I fly off to visit FSG on Friday. He says that he knows that I'm just using him for man-candy but he's okay with that for now. I asked him to take the enneagram test and he's Type 8 with Type 3 a close second. He would rather be Type 3 than Type 8 because he doesn't like the thought of having anger issues and he would like to be thought of as attractive.
"Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?" - Mary Oliver
I'm afraid that I may not be able to post here anymore because apparently the writers for "The New Adventures of Old Christine" are stealing my real life for episodes of the show. There were about 20 things on last night's episode that I had in common with Christine. She even used my trick of not shaving her legs in order to be less slutty. Plus having phone sex. Plus dating sexy African-American guy. Plus one-time hippie feminist lesbian encounter with college friend. Plus manic sit-up activity in preparation for sexual activity etc. etc. etc.
Of course, I also felt a great affinity with Bridget Jones when I watched "Edge of Reason" on Sunday night due to the whole low will-power when it comes to Wolves and Doritos thing. Plus she ended up in a Thai prison. FSG is rather appalled with the shoddy bookkeeping practices of my business so I told him that it will be okay because if I end up in a federal prison for a few months like Martha Stewart I will just read her auto-biography and some Russian novels and it will be fine as long as he is willing to come conjugal visit me. He promised to do that for me and said he would even bring the Lysol to sanitize the visitation trailer. Really that's all I can ask of a man.
"Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?" - Mary Oliver
I'm not at all surprised that someone's stealing your life story Mojo, you write so eloquently and with such humour it's just prime stuff. Whenever I'm reading your thread and H asks what I'm doing I say "catching up on my soap"
if we can be sufficient to ourselves, we need fear no entangling webs Erica Jong
I'm back. I'm not going to allow myself to write much because I'm down to my last few days to compress the contents of a giant house into a tiny apartment. However, I will summarize by saying the sunshine was great and plentiful and so was the sex. I shall address the "otherwise" in a future post which will probably be entitled "Cinder-Monkey and the Swaggering Hippo."
"Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?" - Mary Oliver
Prequel: In which Cinder-Monkey plays her own fairy Godmother and turns herself into Malibu-Mojo by getting beaucoup platinum streaks in her hair and buying a thong in which to get spray-tanned. This procedure and in particular the warning offered by the girl who sprayed me ("Don't get near any dogs because the spray contains sugar and they will want to lick you.") pretty much set the tone for the weekend to come.
"Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?" - Mary Oliver
