Sometimes you have to kiss a few frogs...

I saw it coming.  As we walked and paused to admire some funky pumpkins, he leaned into me.  A few moments later, he touched my arm, and I (against my better judgment, but following the stage directions) let my fingers graze his elbow.   A pregnant pause.  "Here it comes," I thought.  His thin fish lips came toward me in a grotesque twisty pucker, and landed on my mouth which knew the drill and went into the pucker reflex.  It was short and tepid, kind of like kissing a frog.   I withdrew, smiled, and said, "Thank you for a lovely dinner.  I had a nice time."  "Hello, I must be going," my sub-conscious screamed with alarm.

A first (and last) kiss.  Sigh.  More adventures in dating...and yes, I did extract myself - as directly and kindly, as possible -  the following day.

From my sub-conscious

A blended work anxiety/sex dream...go figure!

So, I'm making out with X (who shall remain nameless) - can't keep our hands off each other, clothes pulled every which way, unfastening..."Damn...I have to work," I said. "I'm here in NYC for our 15th Anniversary Gala event....I have to get ready."  So, reluctantly, I pull away, buttoning/unbuttoning. I hit my hotel room for a shower where I am met by about 12 co-workers also getting ready for the event, hanging out, chatting, and taking pictures. I'm naked (and so caught! - not only nude, but clearly disheveled, and clearly irresponsible because I'm supposed to be working!), but I get my "boss-lady" attitude on. "We're late.  We have got to get moving.  The event is in a hour!"  I go to hit the shower panicked about the event, and a junior colleague snaps a picture of my boobs.

Dreams are whack!

I [HEART] beards

Brad Pitt is sporting some scraggly facial hair, and I've noticed a few handsome men around with some scragg, so before it’s the next big thing and Cosmo does a cover story, I just want to put on record that I *really* like beards.

So soft, bristly and scratchy. Lovely texture on the face. A little decoration. Very tactile and sensual. A certain edge (and edging). And sexy is, as sexy does, a beard has a lovely framing function – like pubic hair – except around the mouth (…and lips…tongue) and going on up toward the earlobe. And oh….the scent!…cologne, sweat, or best of all - just plain, old, delicious scent de sex. Trapped in the beards fibers, ready to be ruffled lightly, to inhale and intake. A little extra tickle, in the kisses.

Mmmmmm…mmmm… beards!

Chemistry of a kiss

If I had to describe that first kiss in the manner that the waiter described the wine last night, it would be...

Full-bodied, but restrained; completely un-awkward; complex for its age - with low, deep and resonant top notes (like the jazz bassist to whom we listened earlier), and timid, breath-y undertones (like a butterfly's wing); with a subtle sexy finish that completely sneaks up on you.