Can I Just Tell You?

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Can I just tell you? This whole site needs an overhaul. My goodness! Thank you for visiting, come back again in a few weeks. I still appreciate your support. :)
 
I love your support. So many of you have encouraged me to keep writing all these years. I took a few years off because I wasn't feeling very confident about my skill and self-conscience about my subject matter. I really appreciate your gentle (sometimes haunting) push to get back on the proverbial horse. My favorite thing in the world is making someone laugh, typically at my own expense. It warms my heart to hear that my silly stories have helped you smile or laugh out loud when you felt like that's the last thing you could do.

 

I also really appreciate the support of many boyfriends who read through my entire collection of crazy and still chose to continue dating. I'm not sure if you felt bad for me or found me charming. Regardless, thanks for the encouragement.

 

I'm going to change things up a little bit. As you may have guessed, from some of my posts, I have aspirations of writing a book. (Or two, three, or four… We'll see.) Anyway, all of my stories, up to this point 8/3/15, are true and happened to me. I'm thinking about adding some characters to my stories and playing around with fiction writing. You'll be able to tell the real stories from fiction. I think. ;-)

 

I'm not sure what my books are going to be like, yet. I've always enjoyed reading fiction but, maybe non-fiction is the right path for me. I'm pretty confident with the voice I've developed in telling my silly stories and would like to continue to write in that tone. I know I'm going to start off slow because, as you know, self-discipline has never been one of my stronger qualities. I may try to play around with other subjects, too. Stay tuned.

 

This site is meant to make you laugh through stories that you may be able to relate to whether it's sour love, a cooking disaster, a social faux-pas, etc. So, bear with me as I stumble through my experiences, hopefully, more gracefully than the actual event, but just as funny, and either share the lesson or just make you laugh out loud.

If there's ever a story that really hits your funny bone or makes your day, let me know. I'd love to hear from you.

So, sit back, put on your reading glasses and enjoy.

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Sunday, March 15, 2009

Minx
Is it weird that I want to find a man who will refer to me as his little minx? I know, I know. First makeshift limbo pole, now minx… Yes, it is weird, I know. What-a-ya-gonna-do?

Can I just tell you? I just got a pair of brand new Ann Taylor patent leather pumps with a silver heel. I love them, they’re the perfect height. I usually go too high; these are an inch lower than my standard 4” choices.

This could be weird, also. (I might have a little too much time on my hands.) Does anyone else pretend to be a rock star with the TV remote? I like to think I’m channeling Heart while singing Magic Man in my new patent pumps. Truth be told, that’s ideally what I’m looking for (a Magic Man) but, alas, those men are like my 1 inch too high heels; sexy and fun for a couple of hours then a potential bunion for life.

My new pumps could be foreshadowing to my year ahead. Maybe this year I’ll pick better more comfortable choices in men. I was in yoga class the other morning and a friend pointed out that I’ve been awful smiley lately. In fact, a lot of friends have noticed how happy I’ve been looking. A few have asked if I was dating anyone new. My mom dances around the subject with questions like “So.. anything newww going on in your life? Are youuuu…dating anyone?” Poor Stella, she means well. My response has been, “No, I think that’s why I’ve been so happy!”

I did, however, find myself on a date the other night. (I’ve decided I’m giving it up for a couple of months and focusing on work; unless, of course, I meet someone who wants to refer to me as his little minx. Then, I’d fold.) I didn’t realize I was going on a date because the entire evening was orchestrated via text so, I wore jeans. (Under normal circumstances I usually choose jeans anyway. Who’s kidding who?) He, however, showed up in a sports coat and slacks. Yes, I was a little embarrassed and tempted to go home and change quickly but, didn’t, not because of proximity but, because to me, text-plans don’t constitute wearing a fun outfit or sexy dress, unless that’s what I feel like wearing.

The conversation lasted forever but… no sparks. Honestly, I think it’s the text. Call me old-fashioned but I’ll take a talk-guy over a text-guy any day of the week.

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