the history: part ii

Stephan once wrote me a story, about a teenage boy who lost his virginity to a thirty-some-odd-year-old woman in the back lot of a B-movie set in California. The boy had a glorious love affair with the woman, and she loved him. She loved him for his youthful eagerness and his willingness to try new things. The story was really ( Read more... )

I had a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad Thanksgiving, to quote that cute little book that we all read at least once in the second grade. But Thanksgiving is not important. The meal was fantastic, as usual.  I spent wonderful time with my family, laughing, talking, making fun. We played football and my team won, for the first time in years. ( Read more... )

On Thursday, I will be a different woman.  No, really, I will -- on Thursday, I am going to spend Thanksgiving at my parents' house.  I have to be a different woman.

This is going to be a welcome change of pace; the biggest dilemmas on Thanksgiving always surround the turkey and football, nothing too heavy and emotional. Honestly, I have been ( Read more... )

the history: part i

I met Stephan for the first time in a bookstore, of all places. It was one of my more adventurous nights of flirtation -- I would never ordinarily get caught at a bookstore any where within a ten mile radius of my apartment just in case anyone I knew happened to be there.  I can't let any of my crowd know that I actually like ( Read more... )

This I found on my night table the morning after that fateful day involving the return of Stephan. He left after coffee and while I showered. That bastard:

"A long-lost poem never shared, now suddenly sealed with a kiss and a single rose.

I wrote this after the first time I realized that I am in love with you....

Silk lined coats, with velvet ( Read more... )

Today is a Sunday, and I have several options to choose from: I can become a religious fanatic and go to church, I can become anti-religion and engage in each of the Seven Deadly Sins, I can ignore the fact that I need people and continue today locked in my bedroom, I can gorge myself on rocky road ice cream and pumpkin pie, or I can pretend like ( Read more... )

I bought new shoes yesterday -- I splurged on two pairs, actually. A pair of tan moccasins (uber comfortable), and a pair of oh-so-sexy power stilettos, in hot pink crocodile skin. I am wearing the stilettos right now, along with my new lingerie (satin trimmed in lace, what else?), underneath a black wrap dress. I am going out on the town, so as to ( Read more... )

            I am surprised I made it to work this morning. I have officially…not quite changed my way of life at all. But that just seemed like the right sentence starter, given my weekend.

Coffee was uneventful, even boring. We sat at Hole in Wall for more than an hour, looking off into the space behind each other’s head, trying in vain to find ( Read more... )

 I have been living on my own for God knows how long; I am a grown person on the verge of real womanhood, and I am an independent spirit. I don’t keep boyfriends. I don’t want to. Commitment is not something that I have ever looked forward to.  I like being on the move, a different man for every different pair of shoes. I really have no desire to ( Read more... )

Right now, I am sitting is a swivel-y desk chair, wearing a black tank top, edged in lace, with a burgundy scarf, and pink lace panties, smoking a lucky strike, lit with a match from a book that I found in the right-hand pocket of the Brit's coat. And I am angry because the bloody Brit lied to me. He told me he was a lefty ( Read more... )