We still have it!
Very interesting really...
He and I have had dancinglessons about 30 years ago and we loved it, we got quite good at it and then life happened.
As always when splitting up I thought everything about him was rubbish and awful but only a few years later I knew that I would never find a dance partner like him anymore.
Dancing well is difficult you know, especially for a man. It is not just the ability to feel and understand rythm, it is also the leading the lady that is important and there are not many men that can do that.
So last night, after 20 years or so we gave it a go again and honestly, without arrogance, we felt like we were in Strictly Come Dancing, amazing that we could still share that together. We attracted a lot of attention again, probably also because the moves we made are very old fashioned :-)
We talked a lot about what it was that made it feel so special and came to the conclusion that in order to really dance properly you need to not be afraid to emotionally and physically connect, ballroom dancing was invented I think to allow men and women to 'be' together and that should still show from the dancing.
It was a great experience and we will most certainly do it again, maybe even learn a new sexy dance like ArgentineTango or something.
For all those men out there on the pull... take dancing lessons, become a master and learn how to lead a woman, you will never be without a date again.
Sunday, September 30, 2007
Saturday, September 29, 2007
Weekend after THE weekend
What a difference...
7 days ago I was a blubbering mess walking over and over again on the beaches of Wemyss Bay thinking how on earth I could have been so gullable.
Today Scotland feels so far away. Almost like it never happened.
Isn't the brain interesting?
The older I get, the more I realise that 'getting over things' is about making new memories.
Mind you.. it doesn't take the pain away, it is there, dull and throbbing instead of harsh and spikey because of the addition of nice memories. Nice new people. Nice new experiences.
I have enrolled in a choir which has the cutest ever conductor (conductresse?) who radiates such brilliancy, fun and sensuality that I started wondering if I was indeed fully heterosexual (sorry for the people who think they are having a TMI moment here). Oh and the singing was great too, it is one of those very social choirs where afterwards we all have a very cheap glass of wine and talk about nothing. Amazing how much fun you can have by talking about nothing.
I met a few new people who most definitely distracted me from anything in the world I might feel pain about and sofar living with Kevin to my own surprise has been nothing else but good fun. What a guy.. I would love to take some credit for him turning out like this but he keeps on telling me it has nothing at all to do with me and his dad, that his personality has been solely created by him. Love to have that conversation again with him when he is my age. :-)
Tonight he, his girlfriend and his father will come to dinner. His father and I will go out ballroom/latin dancing for old time sake, see if we can still make people stop and stare as we used to. Tomorrow morning Kevins girlfriend is performing at her church and I will go and have a look, it can't hurt a bit of divine addition to my life.
And today... all feels normal again, my new normal.
Not jumping out of bed in the middle of the night to be in Tesco at the crack of dawn but gently wake up, making cup after cup of Redbush tea and coffees, eating Dutch food and flopping in bed with the laptop watching the first episodes of the new season of House and Ugly Betty. Only contemplating between getting dressed and do shopping or flop a bit longer and have a long hot soapy bath and then do some shopping.
It is quiet, except of course for the gentle hum of the fan in my laptop and if I listen really well the flat and city noises, doors closing, heels clicking, neighbours talking, traffic zooming, metros racing but all is right with the world. This is where I belong.
Scotland was a great retraite, it did me good. Thanks for all who participated but today I am leaving it all behind..
7 days ago I was a blubbering mess walking over and over again on the beaches of Wemyss Bay thinking how on earth I could have been so gullable.
Today Scotland feels so far away. Almost like it never happened.
Isn't the brain interesting?
The older I get, the more I realise that 'getting over things' is about making new memories.
Mind you.. it doesn't take the pain away, it is there, dull and throbbing instead of harsh and spikey because of the addition of nice memories. Nice new people. Nice new experiences.
I have enrolled in a choir which has the cutest ever conductor (conductresse?) who radiates such brilliancy, fun and sensuality that I started wondering if I was indeed fully heterosexual (sorry for the people who think they are having a TMI moment here). Oh and the singing was great too, it is one of those very social choirs where afterwards we all have a very cheap glass of wine and talk about nothing. Amazing how much fun you can have by talking about nothing.
I met a few new people who most definitely distracted me from anything in the world I might feel pain about and sofar living with Kevin to my own surprise has been nothing else but good fun. What a guy.. I would love to take some credit for him turning out like this but he keeps on telling me it has nothing at all to do with me and his dad, that his personality has been solely created by him. Love to have that conversation again with him when he is my age. :-)
Tonight he, his girlfriend and his father will come to dinner. His father and I will go out ballroom/latin dancing for old time sake, see if we can still make people stop and stare as we used to. Tomorrow morning Kevins girlfriend is performing at her church and I will go and have a look, it can't hurt a bit of divine addition to my life.
And today... all feels normal again, my new normal.
Not jumping out of bed in the middle of the night to be in Tesco at the crack of dawn but gently wake up, making cup after cup of Redbush tea and coffees, eating Dutch food and flopping in bed with the laptop watching the first episodes of the new season of House and Ugly Betty. Only contemplating between getting dressed and do shopping or flop a bit longer and have a long hot soapy bath and then do some shopping.
It is quiet, except of course for the gentle hum of the fan in my laptop and if I listen really well the flat and city noises, doors closing, heels clicking, neighbours talking, traffic zooming, metros racing but all is right with the world. This is where I belong.
Scotland was a great retraite, it did me good. Thanks for all who participated but today I am leaving it all behind..
Thursday, September 27, 2007
Fires galore
How weird is this?
My BAC manager had a fire in his house a few weeks ago which didn't actually burn a lot bot blackened his entire house. Soot and smoke damage it was called.
What I didn't know (nor he) is that soot is an acid and eats away into everything and anything and is toxic. It meant that his entire house has to be professionally cleaned, all the furniture out to be cleaned, all his clothes and soft furnishings to the cleaner and he had to get out of his house for a few weeks and is still trying to get over it.
So.. when I was on holiday and didn't hear from Kevin who was taking care (oh dear, for those of you who know Kevin that was a very brave thing to do indeed :-)) of my house I got a bit uncomfortable and asked my mum if she knew how they were.
Well... I felt it right.. thank God there was nothing the matter with my house but the house Kevin and his dad lived in has had a fire because of an ignored frying pan! Would you believe they had the same issue as my manager?
Everything needs to be taken out and cleaned, painted again etc. So my house has been used as a shelter for a week while I was away and guess who has stayed to live with me until it is all taken care of?
Yeah.. :-) My little boy.
It is really ehm.. interesting to see my nice girly princesses house turned into a more male environment with BIG shoes, BIG coats, BIG computer, BIG smells, BIG mess really which is luckily contained in the jungle. Loads of testosteron floating around all of a sudden.
But.. it is lovely too.. a rebonding session after 6 years of Scotland, he is priceless... :-)
My BAC manager had a fire in his house a few weeks ago which didn't actually burn a lot bot blackened his entire house. Soot and smoke damage it was called.
What I didn't know (nor he) is that soot is an acid and eats away into everything and anything and is toxic. It meant that his entire house has to be professionally cleaned, all the furniture out to be cleaned, all his clothes and soft furnishings to the cleaner and he had to get out of his house for a few weeks and is still trying to get over it.
So.. when I was on holiday and didn't hear from Kevin who was taking care (oh dear, for those of you who know Kevin that was a very brave thing to do indeed :-)) of my house I got a bit uncomfortable and asked my mum if she knew how they were.
Well... I felt it right.. thank God there was nothing the matter with my house but the house Kevin and his dad lived in has had a fire because of an ignored frying pan! Would you believe they had the same issue as my manager?
Everything needs to be taken out and cleaned, painted again etc. So my house has been used as a shelter for a week while I was away and guess who has stayed to live with me until it is all taken care of?
Yeah.. :-) My little boy.
It is really ehm.. interesting to see my nice girly princesses house turned into a more male environment with BIG shoes, BIG coats, BIG computer, BIG smells, BIG mess really which is luckily contained in the jungle. Loads of testosteron floating around all of a sudden.
But.. it is lovely too.. a rebonding session after 6 years of Scotland, he is priceless... :-)
Sunday, September 23, 2007
Saturday, September 22, 2007
Wemyss Bay revisited
Gosh.. how one visit can change your world.
I knew it was never going to be easy.
But that was such an understatement.
The beach was still there, soothing as always. Thank God.
The house was still there but it wasn't mine and I wasn't allowed in.
Apparently my mere being in the vincinity was too much to cope with, Wicked Witch of the West, me.
Amazing...
Very good for closure.. it is a good thing that that was the real reason I went.
Never seen a more perfect example of make your bed now lie in it.
Time to make my own bed with nice smooth shiny sexy sheets and lie in it trying to reclaim what is left of me and discover life after 'the one'....
I knew it was never going to be easy.
But that was such an understatement.
The beach was still there, soothing as always. Thank God.
The house was still there but it wasn't mine and I wasn't allowed in.
Apparently my mere being in the vincinity was too much to cope with, Wicked Witch of the West, me.
Amazing...
Very good for closure.. it is a good thing that that was the real reason I went.
Never seen a more perfect example of make your bed now lie in it.
Time to make my own bed with nice smooth shiny sexy sheets and lie in it trying to reclaim what is left of me and discover life after 'the one'....
Saturday, September 08, 2007
How to convince a woman to have sex with you
NOT!
I was looking through all these profiles on the internet and thinking to myself , "Look at all these poor, desperate, lonely women"... and I saw your profile and thought to myself "hey here is a poor, desperate, lonely woman that is actually CUTE".
So I thought I would write and see if you are as interesting on the inside as you are in the picture. Email me and if I found that you are interesting woman, I might write back.
I mean, COME ON!!
He made me giggle though, always nice to be called cute but what does he think he can achieve by calling me poor, desperate and lonely :-D
So.. well.. instead of pressing REPLY I pressed DELETE, how sad.
Apart from that... 3 leads at the moment and going strong.
To be fair.. I think a few entries ago I moaned about the amount of mediocre and stupid men and that is true.. there are many (ratio of 150:3 ish) but the ones that I have found now are definitely not stupid and definitely not mediocre so.. well done guys.. lets see where this goes. :-)
I was looking through all these profiles on the internet and thinking to myself , "Look at all these poor, desperate, lonely women"... and I saw your profile and thought to myself "hey here is a poor, desperate, lonely woman that is actually CUTE".
So I thought I would write and see if you are as interesting on the inside as you are in the picture. Email me and if I found that you are interesting woman, I might write back.
I mean, COME ON!!
He made me giggle though, always nice to be called cute but what does he think he can achieve by calling me poor, desperate and lonely :-D
So.. well.. instead of pressing REPLY I pressed DELETE, how sad.
Apart from that... 3 leads at the moment and going strong.
To be fair.. I think a few entries ago I moaned about the amount of mediocre and stupid men and that is true.. there are many (ratio of 150:3 ish) but the ones that I have found now are definitely not stupid and definitely not mediocre so.. well done guys.. lets see where this goes. :-)
Monday, September 03, 2007
Rock4 - Last Night
Last Night
Last night you were so into it
You told me secrets that
You've never told a soul
You were so nervous and
yet oh so comfortable
As we explored your image of love
I drank your wine
As you taste mine
I kissed your lips
You felt my mind slip
Into your soul
I almost cried 'cause it was so beautiful
Last night you were so into it
You told me secrets that
You've never told a soul
You were so nervous and
yet oh so comfortable
As we explored your image of love
I drank your wine
As you taste mine
I kissed your lips
You felt my mind slip
Into your soul
I almost cried 'cause it was so beautiful
[Refrein:]
Last night
I was inside of you
Last night
While making love to you
I saw the sun, the moon
The mountains and the rivers
I saw heaven when I made sweet love to you
Last night, there was no planning it
It was so special and
So very innocent
We talked of memories
Our favorite fantasies
As we explored our visions of love
Deep in the night
Right by the fireside
I felt the candlelight
In your soul
You felt incredible
I started to explode
I almost cried 'cause it was so beautiful
[Refrein]
Sunlight, red roses
The scent of you, it calms the heart
The sight of you, I fall apart
Moonlight, the things we notice
When we're in love, that's when it comes
And I'm so in love, I'm so in love
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