here we go again...

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ahhh was a nice mellow reentry into the world today. teach two classes, one private and one group and then hit the gym. yeah, i'm taking my non functioning arms climbing. yes, i'm insane. anyway currently i'm wasting the two and a half hour break between these classes (that is usually filled with other teaching but the holidays mess with the schedule) by doing laundry, listening to tunes and playing with the internet.

i don't really feel like i rested over the holidays. i feel like i meant to rest but then i took all my resting time and stuck people or climbing in it. so yesterday i tried very hard not to speak for the entire day and in large part i succeeded except that my neighbour came over at midnight and we talked half the night. which sort of killed the day of not talking and i'm feeling it in my throat this morning. that and all the pot i smoked in the last couple of weeks.

i did have a somewhat strange experience in the middle of my day off yesterday (read 7pm). this man messaged me out of the blue to inform me that we needed to play the sex game right now... but he managed to do it with enough wit (plus he's gorgeous) that i chatted with him for a bit. all right fine you lazy bitches here's a pic:
the rest of those can be found on his profile which is linked so you have no excuse.

anyway i confess to a little temptation since it's been a couple of years and i actually miss the whole sexual being bit of my character but unfortunately i just can't do that kind of thing. the only reason that i mention this at all is because the timing was hysterical. there i am reading the comments on my post about the boys who have the brains AND the pretty and i'm commenting that pretty alone just isn't enough when mr. pretty himself messages me to say 'hey let's boink' and i looked down at my keyboard and my blue flannel pyjamas and i thought to myself 'so not worth the energy buddy' and went back to playing with the internet.

which sums up in a nutshell why i'm not getting laid. fucking scruples.

anyway it was sort of neat to have the proof of the statement i was making come up and poke me in the chest. sometimes you say things about yourself but you're not really convinced that they're true because you haven't had the opportunity or whatever but that's two hotties recently who just wanted boinking and *I* said no every time. i'm a little proud of myself.

he was funny though; when i said that i was the kind of girl that needed some dating before she felt comfortable climbing into bed with someone he goes 'great let's go for two coffees at two different places and then bang!"

okay lame as all hell but it cracked me up. there's something about wit that makes it so much less likely that you'll slap a guy i can't even tell you. it's the essential difference between north americans and europeans. in north america if a guy is looking at your ass he's ogling it and thinking really rude thoughts and then he's going to try to pretend that he isn't looking when you turn around because your ass is burning from the stare.

in europe you'll be sitting there in a cafe chatting and the man beside you is staring at something and you say 'what are you staring at?' and he says "your breasts" and somehow that's fully not offensive. it's all in the delivery. first of all the european guy is generally thinking that your breasts are pretty but he isn't imagining putting them in breast bondage and urinating on them (hee couldn't resist... who just spit up their breakfast cereal?) or otherwise really doing anything. or if he is? somehow there's some polite there.

i can't really explain it but it's kind of like the gay community. a gay friend read the bit about those guys who are totally unaware of how they feel and he was like 'ahhh straight men' because for him that would last about three days. he would look at his own behaviour and be like 'hey... wait a second... i like this guy' whereas the traditional stereotypical straight guy won't notice for months.

least that's what they want us to think.

and most gay men i know are very european when it comes to initial approach or sex. they will be matter of fact about what they want and what they're after and if you're in then great and if you're not then oh well. no huhu and no hard feelings.

i think that if north american men got a little europe going and the women got a little more willing to discuss what they wanted instead of dancing around the subject that our society would be ever so much healthier.

tough thing in a society founded by the puritans though.

i mean i say all this rationally but i don't see me really asking anyone out or for sex or whatever... so why don't i put my money where my mouth is? so to speak.

hell, why don't you? ;)