I’ve always wanted to be a femme fatale. The kind of woman who gives away just enough of her personality to be intriguing, but who still remains an enigma. If I put on some make-up and some sexy clothes, I could probably look the part, but the problem is that I have a very big mouth. There is just no mystery about me.
Some people say that it’s impossible for a man and woman to be friends without sexual tension getting in the way. I know firsthand that this is not true. I have lots of male friends and, even though most of them probably wouldn’t have minded a roll in the hay with me when they first met me, I quickly become just like their sister. I’m the kind of woman who’s likely to go into an indepth discussion of that day’s bowel movements, and, well, that’s just not very sexy, is it?
This is why it is like torture for me to now have a “secret blog”. Obviously it’s not secret to you (you’re reading it right now!), but I haven’t told Midwestern Man that I have a new blog. He found the last one and, even though he respected my wishes and never read it again (amazing! If I’d found his blog, I’d have read every single entry! What self-discipline he has! What respect for other people!), I didn’t like writing in my blog after that. I knew there would be a time when I would doubt our relationship, and I wanted to have the space to do that in an entirely secret place.
I’d like to write more tonight, but I can’t because I need to go hang out with Midwestern Man! What on earth will I do when we move in together?!