Not the worst thing
Dear loved ones,
Well I picked up my new car (new to me) on Thursday, and it is a thing of beauty as far as vehicles go. I am very happy to have wheels and the added sense of freedom this will give me. Yeh! I named him ‘Ronnie’ and guess he is my new boy friend. Ha ha.
Ronnie has some new scratches. Yes, that’s right I put some big scratches on the side panel right away first time trying to park in a too tight spot. I really hate backing up (must be a phobia from the time I backed up with my little mustang and knocked over a motorcycle belonging to a member of the hell’s angels), so I decided I would just drive into the parking spot but cut it too close and came in contact with the brick corner of the building. I heard the grinding sounds and my heart just sank. Oh no, what have I done now to my blue baby Ronnie.
Of course, I was very upset and even cried a little. Everyone said not to worry about it as the scratches can be buffed out. Actually, I decided to leave the scratches there for awhile just as a reminder to me not to be a perfectionist, not to get too attached to material things, and also to remember that I am a bad backer-upper. Smiley face. Ronnie has a little character now and is not just a pretty boy or a porn star (he is named after Ron Jeremy). This is really just a joke and my daughter, grandson and I have been laughing about it, but the name sticks. Why my grandson knows about Ron Jeremy is my question?
I am not a porn star, or an escort, or a model. That is not quite true, I was a nude model for my husband for his photography so I am relaxed in front of the camera, or at least I used to be. I am confident and comfortable with my sexuality as well. This wasn’t always the case but I have had quite a few recent experiences in this area, most of which I have written about on this blog. I let loose and just did what I wanted, and with who I wanted but still always in a loving and caring manner.
Divine masculine and I had planned a life of sexual adventure, but it turned out to be only my adventure. To be truthful, I only wanted the sexual adventure with him alone, but it didn’t work out that way.
See, I am such a blabber mouth, I start out telling you about scratches on my car and end up talking about sex. It is now the lack of sex that is driving me around the bend.
Thank you for reading my post today even though it is just jumping from one topic to another, and there is no erotica for your enjoyment either. I love you. Hugs & Kisses, Summerhill Lane