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Unconditional friendship


A dog made my day the other day. I don’t even know the dog that well, but apparently the dog knows me. It’s been the second or third time we meet and she has been wagging her tail and kept on sneezing affectionately and would have been ready to play. In brief, the dog was out her skin with joy to see me, and it’s one of this big possessive dogs that are very found of their family. It makes me so happy to be the cause of such things. So basic and without any hidden agenda, it never fails to amaze me.

I have been bra-hunting, what a story, but don’t let me digress, I’ll revert to that later! on Saturday and I ended buying clothes. One of the items, a jacket that makes me wish fall should come sooner, and I have not noticed this detail, wears the following credo “Everything I do wherever I am I get ideas that take wings and cannot be controlled”. I kinda like that. I am going to enjoy sporting that message.

Stay away from …ed


Zed and Ted

Zed is British and has his name tattooed on his back. So that you don’t forget it when you’re having wild anal sex? Well, “Zed’s dead”, said Tarantino. And I pretty much agree, Zed is a ghost from my previous life. I will remember him for the things I did not understand. It was somehow funny to hear him say I looked like Justin, which I so didn’t and don’t.

Which brings us to Ted. Ted is a one package deal with Ian. Not sure of the spelling, but that can always be corrected. Ted has a gorgeous magic smile that puts a spell on me, he is tall and lean, the dream of any man. Strike that. The dream of …erm, me. Ted also has an apprehension to doing things incomprehensible to me. That is part of what makes him attractive to me, probably. So he reminds me of Zed. They are both British, handsome, manly and incomprehensible. And nothing happened with either of them, because I know that much to stay away from what I don’t understand.

But I danced so nicely.

In our next episode I might tell you about the most reassuring smile, part satisfied, part smug, of the Man-on-the-pillow. Oh, down the Memory Lane!