oh, my goodnesses!

sometimes you think something's over...like a movie...and then there are credits and then a few extra couple of scenes. yipee! or, you think you've eaten all the wonderfully salty, meaty green cerignola olives only to open the fridge and realize that you'd forgotten that since you love them so much, you bought a double share last time you shopped and there is the second batch, waiting for your relishing just behind the milk carton.

this here post is in honor and on account of a friend of mine with whom i dined tonight. she's funny. she runs faster than i. a lot. also she's taller than i. a lot. her hair is longer. a lot. i first met her a gazillion days ago in prague where we were teaching english in those days when american kids went overseas to teach english. she hosts good parties. there is fun chatter and good salami. a lot. we once had a drink at an outdoor bar and a rat ran by. that was unfortunate.

oh. what's the point? oh, well, not much of anything. one observation: in the spring, when everyone starts wearing nothing at all except shoes that are sexy and shirts that are tight and bras that don't have padding, men start ogling more openly. and sometimes i wonder why it is that all the creepy seeming dudes are the ones who say 'hello' and all the ones i think i'd like to talk to seem to be mute and blind too.

also. there's this feature on facebook, the 'status' update. i am obsessed with it. obsessed is too strong. i enjoy it. it's fun to change my status update to things like "slushy is in the mood for a coffee ice cream" or "slushy dreamt that an 11 year old boy from india tried to pick her up'" or "slushy wonders if you must dress like laura ingalls wilder if you're a polygamist" but sometimes what i have an urge to write strikes me as too vulgar for regular consumption (especially given that some of my 'friends' on that site are under 20 y.o. relatives and others are work related peoples). it would be fun to have a site that is basically unbridled status updates, where there is no id or ego or whatever (i never got that bit totally straight).

"mary isn't sure about this vibrator"

"slushy has a burn on the underneath of her breast from her sports bra. it makes showering painful. in a good way."

"susie is horny and wants someone to go down on her"

"jane regrets last night's dinner that keeps making her run to the toilet. she didn't know she could quite shit that much"

"tina thinks all you so called friends are full of horseshit and you're not friends at all so stop that goddamn pretending cause if she really needed some comfort it wouldn't even occur to call you"

but knowing that folks i am knowing read this, i hestitate to even write those.

also, i wondered about tattoos this morning. i don't have any. i won't get any, though i have thought of it once or twice in my life. my father once asked me above all to never get a tattoo. if i wanted to rebel, at that point then, i should have. my rebellion must have come in other, smaller ways that he doesn't know about. but anyways, i was thinking is that a metaphor, not getting a tattoo for fear of later regret, for commitment-phobia?

as for the geography question: i don't have an answer, though the switzerland notion continues to interest me. does it mean someone is not aggressive sexually? doesn't connect, isn't part of a union? is a tax shelter? likes to use fine chocolate?

i guess if you are an aggressor, always making a move, trying to take over someone's body (not rape, just being a little too all up in business) you might be the u.s. i remember i once kissed a fella who made me feel immediatement that i was going to choke. he lacked finesse and just rammed his tongue down. it was not a delight at all. then he got all caught up in his cell phone and where is the next party and who's where and i thought, this is for the birds cause what are you checking your cellphone for if you've asked me out? anyway, he's married now, kid, works in 'entertainment.' i went to his house for a new years party around the time that we went out and wore a necklace that my folks had given me from, i think, morocco. it was improperly clasped and i lost it there. i was sad.

the end.