I've been back from Spain for over a week now. I still have some tan left and lo and behold- all my skin is actually still attached to my body.
I miss Spain. And I miss The Man. Not sure in which order.
I miss Spain. And I miss The Man. Not sure in which order.
I miss waking up and finding The Man next to me (well, preceded by me, unable to sleep from his snoring that penetrates through the ear plugs no matter how I've shoved them in so deep I'm practically brain-damaged, wandering off to another bedroom for the rest of the night and then in the morning making my way back to ours sleep-deprived, tired and cranky).
I miss the sunshine. This time the temperatures were so high, that even in the middle of the night the wind was like walking inside a bloody hair dryer.
I even miss the lunatic bird in the neighbourhood that keeps singing the first six notes of the Bridge Over River Kwai (if that's what a mockingbird is, I'm not surprised she got killed.)
I miss my pool. I know this is not a very politically correct thing to say especially for someone who fancies herself a bit of a human rights crusader but I'm telling you, in a climate like that having your own pool is a human rights issue.
In fact I did manage to lose some weight before the holiday and actually looked ok in a bikini. I had the kind of bikini body that tabloids call fantastic (provided you're a 50-something mother of 4) .
I want to go back. And have in fact been invited back by a guy who's been flirting outrageously with me ever since we first met in Spain 3 years ago. He fancies me. But claims he wants more than that.
Don't you worry though, I won't. And not just because his house doesn't have Mercedes, sauna and room for a pony the way The Man's has. But because he's not circumcised...
I miss the sunshine. This time the temperatures were so high, that even in the middle of the night the wind was like walking inside a bloody hair dryer.
I even miss the lunatic bird in the neighbourhood that keeps singing the first six notes of the Bridge Over River Kwai (if that's what a mockingbird is, I'm not surprised she got killed.)
I miss my pool. I know this is not a very politically correct thing to say especially for someone who fancies herself a bit of a human rights crusader but I'm telling you, in a climate like that having your own pool is a human rights issue.
In fact I did manage to lose some weight before the holiday and actually looked ok in a bikini. I had the kind of bikini body that tabloids call fantastic (provided you're a 50-something mother of 4) .
I want to go back. And have in fact been invited back by a guy who's been flirting outrageously with me ever since we first met in Spain 3 years ago. He fancies me. But claims he wants more than that.
Don't you worry though, I won't. And not just because his house doesn't have Mercedes, sauna and room for a pony the way The Man's has. But because he's not circumcised...
> But because he's not circumcised...
ReplyDeleteThey *do* have ways of fixing that now, you know. What if he did have a Mercedes, sauna, and room for a pony? Is it really that big of a deal?
Oh yes, I know. But he seems perfectly content with the fact that his schmeckie comes with its own sleeping bag so who am to change that ;-)?
ReplyDeleteAnd anyway, I'm not ready for another real, full-blown relationship so it would just be a fling. Thought I fear I'm not terribly flingy either...
But he's been trying to get me to sleep with him for 3 years now- just imagine what a letdown I'd be for not being able to operate his iCock simply because it came with features and applications that the devices I'm used to lacked...!
And obviously, at the end of the day it's not about the Mercedes, sauna and room for a pony (or, as it is: Audi TT, sauna and rats the size of a pony...)- it's about the fact that he's not The Man...