An Unmarried Woman

November 25, 2011

This Thanksgiving I was grateful for an unexpected booty call.

It took me nearly fours hours to recognize it (some very specific dialogue finally tipped me off), a few minutes to consider it and several more hours to find the words for it.

I’m usually faster on the pick up. Also known to misuse and misspell slang, this morning I goggled “booty call.” Per Wikipedia:  A 1997 comedy film with bad boy Jamie Foxx.  I looked further.

Urban Dictionary: A late night summons — often made via telephone — to arrange clandestine sexual liaisons on an ad hoc basis.

Hmm. “Liaisons” rolls off the tongue much the same as does one of my favorite words: “lagniappe,” Southern for “a little something extra.” As for “ad hoc” – first known use in 1659 – it rhymes with Bangkok, bedrock ….  ah, the sonnets and snippets that could come of a tryst!

Sometime around 7 am I drifted off to sleep, satisfied. Though tempted, I’d chosen not to get any but simply enjoy learning that at 53 I’ve still got “IT.”  And my text buddy? He’s probably equally fine and chuckling.  In the wings he had two younger options with more expansive vocabularies, better rested and still eager to hook up.  As is my nature, I believed him.

April 27, 2011

Ever noticed how often fire escapes are the setting of love scenes?

Breakfast at Tiffany’s, Pretty Woman, West Side Story…

Hollywood bit me at an early age. The hope of a passionate scene (on a fire escape) with me cast in the leading lady role has endured for decades.

I live on the 11^th floor of a building.  Even Daddy Longlegs ain’t gonna get to me and I like it that way.  For now.

As eager as I was to find Mr Perfect in my 20’s, my brain said, “Not yet! I have things to do. I am not yet the person who will catch that guy’s eye and hold his attention.”

Now I think, “What a catch I am!”

But an alarm sounds in my brain,  “Not yet!”

This is my time.  Many doors have closed but a sparkle remains and up on the roof I only have to wish to make it so.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VP8OVzVzR6o

Always, Trix

April 12th, 2011

If you are lucky enough to find a second love, be sure not to measure it by the first.

Be surprised… life is anyone’s guess!

November 30th, 2010

I froze.  One of the password challenge options was, “The name of the first boy (or girl)  that kissed you.”

How could I forget something like that? Yet, there I was – staring at my Mac, drawing a blank.  I have no trouble remembering the last time I was kissed and most days it doesn’t seem like the two were separated by (gulp) 39 years.  Isn’t it short-term memory that vanishes first?

Now that I was thinking about kissing, a new anxiety welled up inside me.  Would I, do I, remember how?  Would I poke someone’s eye out?  Would I break my nose, chip a tooth?

“It is like riding a bike,” someone said.

No it isn’t.  Riding a bike requires balance.  An unexpected kiss, even an expected one, can throw you quite off balance.  And that’s a good thing that feels pretty similar regardless of age, in my experience.

Maybe the later stages of life really do bare similarities to the first.  Here I am, like I was at almost 13, wondering if I’ll ever be kissed (again).  Not much I can do in the way of practice but perhaps work on the breathing part in yoga class. That should improve my balance  – in standing poses!

Always, Trix