YAR...
A day of disappointment...
I was supposed to have a hot date last night with a British film editor, a TALENTED British film editor, who is flying out of the country tomorrow. A set up, with two friends providing the anchoring -- so it wasn't completely blind. I saw her pic, she looked hot in a normal way. She saw mine. Apparently, and this is not my wording, she said I was "gorgeous."
Add to that my incredible horniness of the past week, my "goat-urges," the absolute, physical NEED...I won't go on. This seemed like a really wonderful thing. Perhaps, just PERHAPS, I would get a taste of that ever-elusive sluttiness.
But no.
WHY?
Because it's me. Because my stars are aligned against me. Because in my previous life I had far too much love in my life and took it for granted.
Hmmm...this was supposed to be a rant, and that last sentence seemed true. Am I doing that now? "To her that hath..." Maybe I'm not being respectful and appreciative of the love I have in my life. And therefore, can't attract any more.
Yuk. What a dumb thought. Sigh.
Maybe I should set up my altar to love and sex. I can put my dildoes out and bow before them every morning. I'll put a statue of Aprhodite up and sacrifice...what? Menstrual blood? My left breast? What bribe to the jailer to get me out of this bad-luck-in-love prison?
I was supposed to have a hot date last night with a British film editor, a TALENTED British film editor, who is flying out of the country tomorrow. A set up, with two friends providing the anchoring -- so it wasn't completely blind. I saw her pic, she looked hot in a normal way. She saw mine. Apparently, and this is not my wording, she said I was "gorgeous."
Add to that my incredible horniness of the past week, my "goat-urges," the absolute, physical NEED...I won't go on. This seemed like a really wonderful thing. Perhaps, just PERHAPS, I would get a taste of that ever-elusive sluttiness.
But no.
WHY?
Because it's me. Because my stars are aligned against me. Because in my previous life I had far too much love in my life and took it for granted.
Hmmm...this was supposed to be a rant, and that last sentence seemed true. Am I doing that now? "To her that hath..." Maybe I'm not being respectful and appreciative of the love I have in my life. And therefore, can't attract any more.
Yuk. What a dumb thought. Sigh.
Maybe I should set up my altar to love and sex. I can put my dildoes out and bow before them every morning. I'll put a statue of Aprhodite up and sacrifice...what? Menstrual blood? My left breast? What bribe to the jailer to get me out of this bad-luck-in-love prison?