At the end of the last blog, I left you horny…very horny. Well actually I left horny…very horny. Or anyway the blog ended on a horny note…or a horny woman. I may have also left you with the impression that I was considering cheating on George, and that I am a player…going out with one man early in the evening and then going to the supermarket scantily clad to pick up men later.
Well, George and I spend time nearly every weekend going to theater events and finding places that serve good coffee and dessert, but I’ve never been to George’s home and he’s rarely crossed the threshold of mine. We are good friends who enjoy each other’s company. He is my…cousin! That’s it – my cousin. So, there is no cheating on him. I certainly was not looking for someone to go with me to the theater.
Did I mention Radio Music Theater? They are in their 20th or 21st year of production. There is always plenty of parking at the funeral home across the street. I do not recommend getting the fruit plate there, but the mixed nuts with a cold beer or glass of wine is good. Gift certificates to RMT make very nice gifts, as do recordings of past shows on DVD or recordings of original songs on CD. I also purchased a very nice T-shirt at the Christmas show last year that says “NAILS ARE GLUE” on it. It is a long-sleeve black T-shirt and looks very good on blondes. It is highly effective for carrying off my airhead facet. If you go to RMT, be sure to tell them you heard of them through the blog of LACYVSQ. I am hoping they will give me a complimentary drink for all the publicity I am giving them.
Did we cover my game-playing? I am good at chess and most card games. I also like playing with fingers, feet, nipples …but after Cigi, I gave up playing with men’s hearts. I now try to find heartless men.
I was headed for the pet food aisle with pastries and condoms hoping to bump into that lusty, nerdy professor looking guy with the come-frock-me look in his eyes. By the time I got there though, nothing but magazines and pet supplies greeted me. I picked up my bag of puppy chow and tossed the condoms into the magazine rack. I was disappointed – and now cramping very badly. I completed my purchases and headed out the door glancing to where I’d posted my card earlier. My card was gone and its place was a handwritten card that said E.A. Poe, writer in need of spiritual healing. I took the card and threw it into the bag with the strudel. I was smiling again.
I picked up my puppy and put her into the back seat on the floor. The ride home was scarcely two miles, but before we arrived, she had found a way to the front and was by my feet. I scooped her up and juggling the rest of my purchases, made my way into the house. The phone was ringing when I entered. I dashed to the kitchen and peered at the caller ID. The call was from a pay phone. I decided to let the answering machine pick it up. After the fourth ring, I realized the machine was full so I debated a moment whether to make him try at a later time or to pick it up. OK, you think I am playing games again. I snatched up the phone. “Hullo?”
“Hello, this is Edgar. Edgar Allan Poe.” The voice was pretty much what I expected. Not that I really cared. I didn’t plan on this man using his mouth for a lot of conversation. Edgar Allan Poe? That’s a dead poet! Did he think I would not recognize the name as a dead poet? Well at least he was not trying to pass himself off as a dead, gay, French poet. “I am in desperate need of spiritual healing,” he went on.
“I have openings,” I replied. “When would you like to come.”
continued -- I am having way too much fun with this facet
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