Skirts

How much trouble are skirts? I was wearing a skirt today. And why not? The weather was perfect and I was going to lunch with some workmates. So I put on my new short, grey skirt. Its not short short. Its sensible business length, and I teamed it with fashionable green heels and a flirty white top, with thick diagonal yellow and green stripes.

Getting into the car showed me some potential problems that I'd be facing as the day progressed. See, I nearly pulled a Britney Spears. Getting out, I DID pull a Britters! Thankfully noone was around to see it.

And it got me thinking. Which can be seriously dangerous. Travelling on stairs, calves must be touching at all times. Getting into/out of a car is difficult. You need to put one leg in, then kinda sit on the edge of the seat and bring your other leg in, before rotating into position. When I'm in a skirt, I have to do everything differently. I even have to walk differently. Because if I fall over I'm going to make a whole bunch of people go blind!

Everything that your legs do in a skirt, they have to do it together. Which just isn't something I'm into. Don't get me wrong. I'm not promiscuous. But I'm a jeans girl. i'm the girl who sits at the bar, with each leg wrapped around the legs of the bar stool. I run up stairs with my knees apart. I sling one leg into the car, before getting comfortable, and then I bring righty in. Legs apart the whole time. You can't do that in a short skirt. If you even tried you'd make Britters look like a nun. You even have to sit differently! Thighs, knees, calves and ankles must be touching the entire time you're sitting. Its like you're posing for your damned class photos all over again!

So today was a lesson in decorum. And I passed. With flying colours. Honestly, I'm surprised.

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Have you ever noticed how people check out other people when they're alone? Its deliberate nonchalance. I was walking to lunch with the GalPal and there was a hottie waiting by himself outside some door. I noticed as we walked up and decided to play it cool. He was watching the scenery and I knew he'd spot me soon. My legs have toned up really well with all the dancing I do, and the weight I've lost, so I knew he'd cop a good look at them. And as I went passed I snuck a glance at him, you know, casually, only not.

And we made eye contact. He looked a little bit stunned. I'm not sure why. I didn't even have my boobs out! So we did our 'casual' thing of sliding our gazes over each other. But we both knew we were checking each other out. Its funny the way we work.

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So I have these two new blogs. I made an offer and it was thrown back in my face. So now I have a few new blogs that I won't give up, and I have no idea what to do with. I'm using one for posting forwards, funnies and pics of hot guys. If anyone wants to put something in, email it to me.

As for the other one... currently its in lockdown. I guess I'll keep it in case I ever want to use another blog for something.

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Oh, and before I forget. This weekend is smut weekend. If you don't want to read it, or you're sensitive, then stay away over the weekend and Monday. You have been warned and/or teased...

BigBig News

To my American Friend, who dropped by at 10:41 pm on 28 August, from my profile.

You are my 10,000th visitor since I changed my template back in late May. Just over 15,500 page views.

Congratulations to me. I personally think you're very strange. Why do people read my drivel?

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I'm so tired. Last night I got to bed at about 1 am. Same the night before. I haven't been cruising many blogs lately. Last night I had 100+ blogs in google reader to get to. I read maybe three... Now I'd have over 150. I'd hate to see how many I'd have if I went away for a week.

Please forgive my tardiness. Its always like this on dance nights. I'll be around to visit you all in the coming days. I don't backread all of your posts. I want to, but its a matter of time. If there's anything you think I should read, drop me a line. My email is over there, under my profile.

I still haven't done my job application. My bad.

Why do you make me feel this way?

I'm not sure why you've done this to me. I hate you for it. It began as a comment here, a laugh there. And pretty soon its all blown out of proportion. Every time I think of you, my stomach gets tied in knots. My blood pressure rises and I begin to shake. You make me drop things and forget things. I can't concentrate and I swear everybody knows exactly whats going on. I try to hide it. I'm not a big fan of letting everybody know my business. But its affecting me more than I care to let on.

I'd forgotten about what its like to be around you. Even thought I could go it alone, get over this by myself. But you've dragged me back in. Well and truly. And I can't fight it anymore. Seeing you today has made me realise that. You're like nobody I've ever met before. Why do you let me twist in the wind like this?

I seriously want to tell you to go shave. You're scruffy and you have one grey hair living on your chin. But you're just not you without your beard. And I do like that little grey hair. But at the same time I love it when you shave. You have the most kissable skin. Your shorter than the usual model, you don't care what you wear. I, on the other hand, am very fashion conscious. You love your bike. Not for the attitude that goes with it, but for the freedom. I love that too, but its appeal to me, lies more in its appeal to you.

You're so smart. I've never been with a guy who's smarter than I am. But you don't make me feel stupid. Nor do you see it as your role to teach me everything you know. I have my own knowledge and you value that, as highly as you value your own. It fills in the gaps in your intellect.

Your advice is the one I trust blindly. Your experience far outweighs my own. Your so damn stubborn and hotheaded. But so am I. Yet you don't devalue me where I'm inexperienced or naive. You make me want to get out there and do things, just for the hell of it. Take that chance. Encourage risks, but don't be stupid. Live on the edge. The safe edge. Travel, see the world. Love. All risks.

You make all of my problems seem so... insignificant. When you smile at me with that special smile, and I see your feelings in your eyes, I ache on the inside. I want to be able to tell you all of this. I want so much to just be with you. To be able to relax in my own skin and forget all of my problems and irritants. Just to be with you, and lie in your arms, smelling you, feeling you, hearing you.

Damn you Green Eyes. Damn you and this hold you have over me.

I want to date others. I really do. Just to prove that I am my own master. But I can't, you see. So while you've bid me wait, I will. I hate it. I truly do. I'm impatient and restless and frustrated. I want to move on, but I'm trapped here. Waiting.

But I'm not sure I want to be let go. I like the feel of the wind in my hair.

Just a quick post today.

I've got a job application to do. For le dream job. Just so your visit wasn't a complete and utter waste, enjoy this.

The Nurse Random Gentle Sex Dreamer (RGSD) Friendly and eager. Sexy in white. You are The Nurse. Like your male counterpart, The Poolboy, you're a fun and goofy, but giving, friend. You believe that life and love should be taken with a grain of salt. We'll bet you smile a lot, which people find contagious. Your exact female opposite: The Battleaxe Deliberate Brutal Love Master If only they knew the reason...the fact is, you spend WAY more time fantasizing than the average girl. While your friends lean desperately towards love, you're chemically biased towards anti-love: sex. You'd never date someone you didn't find immediately kissable. To maximize satisfaction, you should find someone carefree and sexual, just like you. Avoid Brutal types at all costs. A final bit of advice: experience doesn't matter. You didn't qualify as a Master, and your perfect match need not either. Consider both The Poolboy (RGSD) and The Playboy (RGSM). BUT ALWAYS AVOID: The False Messiah (DBLM), The Mixed Messenger (DBLD)

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