I seem to have developed a bit of a reputation amongst my various acquaintances as a ‘blogger.’
See, sometimes things happen in my life and I write about them on here — some of you may have noticed this.
Well, lately in a very short period of time, I’ve had two different people in two completely different situations say to me, “You’re going to blog about this, aren’t you?”
The first had to do with my observation that I’d never before noticed just how much of a mating dance modern dancing is. I was out at a club recently, and everywhere I looked were little hoochie things grinding into thug things. Maybe I’m getting old and I haven’t been out nearly often enough, but I was a bit surprised. Though mostly I laughed.
The second thing had to do with an ex’s observations on my nipples. I’ve said it before, my nipples are fairly responsive. I usually say something like, ‘It gets cold out, my nipples get hard, I sneeze, my nipples get hard, I go to the bathroom, my nipples get hard.’ I can also add, ‘They get talked about by someone other than me, my nipples get hard,’ ’cause that’s what was happening during this conversation. In sum, depending on what’s being done to my body at the time, my nipples get hard in different ways. I’d say that I’d check this out for myself the next time something interesting is going on, but I suspect I’d be way too distracted to pay attention or even particularly care.
So, to satisfy you, there, I’ve blogged about it.
I had a pretty good weekend, though it started out with me deciding that I’m going to have to move. It’s gotten to the point where everyone I meet either reminds me of a friend of mine, an ex-boyfriend, is tied to me already somehow, or is someone I’ve dated (which goes along well with the preceding comment). At least most of my partings have been on good terms, aside from perhaps the Smooshy or the paramedic, so it’s not as though I have to worry about hiding from anyone. And realistically, I wouldn’t hide from either of them — about the only person I’d hide from is UBFM. And that’s with damn good reason. Although speaking truthfully, I’d just show him indifference, because that’s about all I have left for him.
There are a few things running around in my head right now that I want to discuss, but don’t know how. So instead I’ll segue awkwardly to another story.
I’m friends with a couple; I’ve known the boy since high school, and I’ve met the girl through him and one or two other people. I was out with the girl recently, and she was talking to me about some issues that the couple was having. It’s not the first time she’s asked me things, and she recently referred to me as her sex therapist, and that I’m cheaper than a regular therapist, which I find sweet and funny.
Anyhow, when I was out at the bar on Saturday, the boy of the couple asked me if she’d spoken to me, and if I hated him or words to that effect. I told him that of course I don’t, that I sort of wanted to talk to him about his side but I wasn’t sure how he’d feel about it, and a few other things, and then he told me that he was really glad she’d chosen me to speak to about this.
All of this to say, sometimes it’s the little admissions or compliments that people make, almost off-handedly, that really mean something. I told a coworker that she had really pretty eyes, and I could tell she was really surprised and pleased. This is a behaviour I need to do more of — compliments shouldn’t be so hard to give, especially when they’re genuinely meant.