My Weekend
2007-04-04 @ 8:20 p.m.

On to the fun!

First, Lea and I went shopping in the afternoon. We hit three or four places and went on a tear, like two drunken sailors in port for the first time in months. I bought some tops, some shorts, mostly summer wear. I also purchased some new jeans. I love denim. I love it when it's form-fitting and shows my ass off well. I love the feel of denim and I especially like simple, classic Levi's, worn and washed so often they are faded, frayed and as soft as cloth to the touch.

Shoes? Yes, that goes without saying. See, guys, the thing about shoes is, they're shoes. It doesn't matter if you're 113lbs or 311lbs, pretty or plain, blond or brunette, smart or dumb. Pretty shoes look good on anyone. It's unconditional sexiness. A hot pair of shoes looks good on Keira Knightley and they look good on me, you, everyone. Shoes are egalitarian.

The wedding: A lot of fun. Beautiful ceremony. The bride looked lovely. The groom cleaned-up well in his tux. There were a few minor missteps and some laughter, which I believe always make a wedding more fun. There's nothing quite as boring as a wedding that goes off, on time, completely according to plan.

The reception was great. I don't know about you, but whenever I'm at a formal gathering and they have an cocktail/hors d'oeuvre hour, I stuff myself, leaving little room for the actual dinner. Wouldn't be great to just have a five or six hour cocktail party? Skip the sit-down dinner. Hell, I'd just pull my chair up to the hor d'oeuvre table and stay put!

Lea and I sat at a table that could have been designated 'single and under forty.' There were four men and four women at the table. One guy, absolutely gorgeous by the way, was so stuck on himself it became laughable. This guy was GQ handsome. Lea and I dubbed him Apollo. While there was plenty of flirting as the night went on, he must have hit on all four of us at one point or another. Flirting with relative strangers in such an environment is great fun. A guy sniffing around for a one-nighter, not so fun.

What is fun, is lavishing your womanly charms (cough, cough) on the balding, below-average in height, slightly pudgy guy sitting next to Apollo. More fun is when that 'average' man turns out to be fun, witty and charming and overshadows Apollo and Apollo knows it.

Towards the end of the evening, Lea (somewhat inebriated) took my arm and whispered, "lets go home."

We arrived at my house well after midnight, both tired and wired. I barely had my coat off when Lea began to undress me. As my dress slid to the floor, Lea kissed me. They were nice, warm kisses, with no tongue at first. Just wonderful, slightly moist lips on lips. We kicked off our shoes and went to the bedroom.

It has been a long time since I was alone with another woman. I forgot how enjoyable such an encounter can be. I love men and what they carry around with them, but a woman is a refreshing change. Not better (they do, on average, kiss better) just different. Sex with another woman lacks a certain sense of urgency that's so often present with men. That's not a criticism, by the way. Urgency has it's charms. Sometimes though, sex with men is like being at a great restaurant that's very busy. The atmosphere, food and service is impeccable but they rush you through coffee and desert so they can seat the next reservation.

Being with a woman is like dashing out of the rain into an empty, cozy bistro with a lazy waiter. You are eventually served, but the wait is half the fun.

I won't bore you with the details. Suffice it to say, it was arousing to taste myself in Lea's mouth. It had been a few weeks since I had an orgasm that wasn't self-inflicted.

We slept in on Sunday.

I've been tagged by the delightful SG over at Stiletto Diaries. I'm hardly ever tagged, for which I am grateful. Too much pressure to perform. This one looked like fun:

Post five things not otherwise revealed on this blog.

1. I'm pigeon-toed.

2. In high-school, I was on a team that won a three-day off-shore yacht competition. It's the only time I placed first in anything. I'm a fairly good sailor (slow in the driveway, on Sundays).

3. In college, I was a blond, for a few months. I can't recall why I did that.

4. I allow people to interrupt me and I never say anything about it. I'm basically a wimp.

5. I'm not an anti-feminist (although, I doubt I could be described as a feminist). Woman deserve to have their opinions heard and their opinions are as valid as any man's opinion. I also value the time I spend with my girlfriends. For me, there's something supremely annoying about too many opinionated, loud, chatty women in a confined space. They're loud and talk over one another. They remind me of a bunch of ducks walking around and quacking frantically. The din is too much and I know why some men roll their eyes and dash for the door in those situations.

I don't tag people. If you want to be tagged, consider it done.