Well, it did. And you just know I’m going to tell you all about it, don’t you? Which means it’s time to tell you about Jewboy. Don’t get all politically correct on me, because he calls me the Little Shiksa. A few of you know about him, but most don’t. So let’s get to it, because he is part of this Valentine Story.
JewBoy is kinda-sorta my signicant other — just not too significant. It’s my fault, not his. He’s cute as a button, kinda geeky (which always gets me hot … so much fun to corrupt a nerd), sweet-natured and he would love to take our "relationship" to the next level. I’m just not into heavy duty togetherness and all the work that goes into putting yourself on the line like that. So we date here and there and I keep him at arms length … where he’s easy to handle. And where I can live out in real life my FemDom Tease and Denial games.
Hey, it works for me. He’s handy candy, if you know what I mean. And if you don’t? Well, don’t expect me to go into a deep explanation. But the weird thing about me and guys — anybody I date — is that while I refuse to get really serious with anyone, at the same time, I really do believe in love … romance, hearts & flowers, Valentine’s Day, MARRIAGE AND BABIES, kisses, hand-holding. I mean, at least the idea of Happily Ever After seduces me. But only for a while. I don’t know. Maybe it’s boredom, maybe I’m just a fickle bitch, or maybe the guys with whom I get involved turn out to be not so very much Prince Charmings. Thus, numerous broken engagements at my relatively young age.
And I’ve explained this to JewBoy. Although he rarely sees me and I often don’t take his calls, he buys the entire package that I am — lopsided ribbon and all. I’m the first to admit my Girl-Boy games are quite selfish and that giving (in relationships) isn’t currently something I can do well. But this is real life and it’s all I’ve got, at least for now. So if a guy is interested he’s either got to take what I’m dishing out or get really sick of the menu and tell me to fuck off. Interestingly enough — and much more than you would guess — the guy takes it.
So JewBoy wanted to do the Valentine thing. He sent me flowers (sneaking in a couple of roses when he knows I prefer carnations, but that was forgivable enough), the accompanying card tip-toeing around the L Word. Because he knows better and because if he had been overly mushy I probably wouldn’t have taken his calls for another three or four weeks. And he was hoping for a romantic Valentine dinner. Which does appeal to my romantic side and I really am not heartless. So I thought about it, I really did.
BUT … what I really really really wanted to do for Valentine’s day was Phone Sex. Phone Sex with you and you and you and you. FemDom Phone sex preferably, but a healthy dollop of perverse and kinky Phone Sex Chat would have been totally acceptable and most certainly a very good thing. I do, after all, have a wicked imagination and take immense pleasure in weaving dirty stories about dirty boys doing dirty things. I had plans to run some sort of Valentine Special and just make it a fun day with my callers. So I politely and delicately (I really am fond of him and never ever want to hurt him) declined JewBoy’s date request, promising we would do the dinner thing soon after the big day.
UNFORTUNATELY … Can you believe it? I got sick with what I think was the flu. I was miserable enough for it to be the flu. So I went to my doctor on Monday, only by then I was already starting to get better. No good drugs, but lots of blood tests since this is my second round of illness this year and she wanted to make sure that nothing more sinister is going on. I am pretty much fine now, so the the visit was a waste of time and money. But like I said, not even any good drugs from the visit.
So guys (and JewBoy where ever you are): Sorry about that. I hated that I was sick. I hated drinking the Thera-Flu. I hated the fever and chills taking alternate and seemingly ceaseless swipes at me. I hated my disinterest in CNN or even a good movie. I hated reading a book and having to reread each and every paragraph because I was just too damn sick to pay attention. I hated disappointing JewBoy. But, most of all, I hated not being able to throw one hell-of-a rip-roaring Phone Sex party for one and all.
So here’s the deal. I’m almost totally better; in fact, I even worked today. I will be working the rest of the week at least eight hour each day. I’m NOT promising what hours as I have real life responsibilities I need to work around. But you will get at least eight hours from me, so keep checking.
In the meantime, I’m working on a very special project for THE GOOD GUYS. And you know who you are, so be watching.
xo, Angela
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Phone Sex Quote of the day from Mr./Ms. J who made my day when he/she said: You’re what I would call a modern Phone Sex Operator. You actually have ethics and stick to them.
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Best Valentine Gift: Thank you Mr. W for the licorice. You know it’s my favorite and I can hardly stop eating it. Yum Yum Yum!
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Second Best Valentine Gift: Thank you, YouKnowWho, for the Feng Shoe book — the little high-heel book mark is just too cute. And the card? Soooo me. KIssssss.
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