the flower

Sorry I have been absent for awhile, but reallife and fantasies in my head have been distracting. I'm still working up the courage to put more of it in type.... but its a slow processs. My personal fanatasies are, well, personal. I have a multitude of ideas but after 20+ years of keeping most of it to myself exposure just seems raw and uncertain. *sigh*

But on a less whiny note.....

Zig treated me to dinner out. YA! someone else does dishes! That and it seems for some reason that paying for your meal in a strange place is almost like a strange bed. Your enticed to flirt, to tease, to enjoy your partner. Eye contact lingers, brushes of fingertips against a thigh, a flip of hair in candle light. And conversations without disruptions, no TV, no computer, no kids yelling, no shift work. A sence of connectness.

On the way to the eatery we stopped at the gas station. Zig loves this station, more correctly he loves harassing the gals that work there. Harassment to such degree that I recieved a flower "just for putting up with him." The brunnette was spunky cute.

I couldnt help but thank her and remark "gee honey I'm getting flowers from girls, maybe you should be worried?" poor thing about went pale. *giggles*