Catty

I have been getting out. Perhaps not as much as you city girls, but I've been doing my best to get out and about these last couple weeks. (I didn't mean to let so much time lapse since my last post!) In fact, I've actually flirted my way through a couple of gifted drinks and a dessert! (Yes, no big deal, but with my great height and shy nature, I haven't exactly been inviting men to lavish me with treats.) So that's the latest--nothing huge.

Today, however, I ran into TOTGA's girlfriend! (Or ex-girlfriend? I don't know.) She didn't recognize me, I don't think, and I barely recognized her. When I realized who she was I, like a woman obsessed, actually turned around and watched her leave the store! The thing is, she was so skinny. She was slim before, but here she was, with her knobby elbows jutting from her spindly arms! It only made her wattle* that much more prominent! I confess, I gloated.

About 15 minutes into the gloat I realized that she may have some sort of serious, physical ailment and immediately felt badly and reeled in the gloat.

But still: she was in a store at noon on Father's day with a friend and her friend's child. She wasn't with TOTGA. Whereas I never met TOTGA's daughter, this woman wormed her way in immediately. It would stand to reason that a year-plus hence, she would be enjoying something Father's Day-ish with the whole fam.

Oh, none of this matters. It's not like TOTGA and I are going to meet again and have a good laugh over everything and fall into each other's arms while the violins swell ...

In other news, a friend of mine is hem-hawing over a guy who drives me nuts. She isn't sure she's attracted to him, she says, but he's sooo nice and attentive and all those things we ladies want. Well, I met him and I'm not sure why my friend is hemming and hawing: the guy isn't stable. I can't exactly say what the issue is, but something is seriously off. Since meeting him, I've gently suggested ways she could give him the kiss-off. And, finally, Friday night, after a couple of cocktails, I said something absolutely blunt--which I don't remember now, but which made another girlfriend laugh in agreement. Yikes. I just hope I haven't offended.

Men are so rare here in the NV--a girl kinda hates to strike a potential from the list. (Even if its someone else's list.)

Onward.

*This comment pretty much solidifies my having a similar appearance when I am this woman's age.

The Art of Seduction

Well, this girl hasn't gotten out--yet. In fact, I ditched the girlfriends who were out at a locals night thing tonight. Wouldn't you know it, one of them texted me to say the hot men were out in droves. Here in N***? I don't believe it. And yet I feel the sting of jealousy ... Well, I made my bed and now I shall lie in it.

I've been reading a wacky book lately--I almost hate to admit it. But I am safely anonymous to most of you, so what the heck. I've been reading The Art of Seduction. Listen up: this book will make your skin crawl. (And if not, you're probably a calculating soul already.) And yet ... it's rather useful.

Now, do I want to hone in on a target and reel him in? No. Well, yes. Sort of. Do I want to be evil and manipulative about it? Definitely not. However, this book reminds me about human nature and gives valuable pointers on creating interest. If only the author didn't use words like "victim" and "alluring" so damn much.

You know, it occurs to me that seduction happens when it should. For example: there's a contractor I work with, and I know there is mutual attraction between us. (That he's a good three inches shorter than me is a troubling detail that somehow doesn't get in the way of attraction.) So far there's just been friendly/professional banter (and at least one interesting faux pas), but today I, knowing he likes beer, recommended a nearby restaurant that has an excellent selection of Belgian brews. Now, if he's brave enough--if my heels don't scare him off--he'll pick up on that suggestion and invite me out for a drink sometime soon. I wasn't calculating when I made my recommendation, but it occurred to me later that I was following the principles in that seduction book. Well, not event that, I was flirting--slyly, simply.

(Yes, I am in my 30s. Yes, I have had a fair amount of dates, lovers, boyfriends, etc. And, yes, I am shy. Screw it.)

Anyway, it remains: I need to get out. Hold me to it, 'k?