Vaguely Messy

While in the centre of the universe I saw the SSM – which I briefly mentioned before – what I didn’t mention is that we had a bit of a tryst. It wasn’t my intention, but on some level I knew something would happen when I saw him. I was hoping it would be something that would help me close the door on this chapter of my life but it appears that I have successfully opened a door and maybe a few windows.

The only good thing is that he and I are talking about what happened (is happening) and trying to be really honest with each other. We have talked about how things ended and the fact that each of us promised ourselves that we would not get tangled up with the other one when we saw each other (opps!). He knows that I am a bit of an emotional mess and I know that he needs freedom to date and live his new life on the other side of the country. And yet, with all that info we still want to talk and spend at least virtual time together.

We have decided for now that we are going to leave things vaguely messy and do our best to keep the shit storms to a minimum and the honesty to a maximum.

Oh man, if I didn’t know me and I was reading this, this would be the point when I would laugh and scream at the screen “Who are you kidding, there is nothing vague about it. This has messy written all over it.” But sadly I do know me and messy won’t stop me from wading in. At least I’m not boring …

The Single Girl

Brief Update

So I know I promised stories of the SSM and Fireboy, but my time here continues to be busy. I will however say this; Fireboy is currently asleep in the spare room of the Lady’s house, having come for a visit to the small town. The SSM and I had a brief rekindling while both in the centre of the universe and now I am not sure how I feel about the whole thing but that can’t be surprising.

And finally in less then a week I am heading back home to rejoin my life and I am a bit nervous about the whole thing. Will I be able to step back into my life and work? I am not sure but I know I need to try.

More soon as I get back into a routine.

TSG

Adventures in Esthetics

WARNING … very graphic post about bikini waxing. Consider yourself warned.

About a week ago The Lady decided she wanted to try waxing … but at home. Sure, why not, it could save a few bucks right now I thought, and how many people really get to bond with their mom over hot wax?

So off to the store we went and spent twenty minutes in the “wax aisle” looking at wax strips, hot wax, cold wax, sugaring, nads … you name it we examined it. In the end my experience and comfort with hot wax tipped the scales to hot wax and strips. Once home, and after a few glasses of wine we decided to try it. First we heated it then applied and RIP! Amazingly it didn’t hurt that much.

Wow, have I just found a great way to save hundreds of dollars a year!

No, no I haven’t. A few days later with my trip to the centre of the universe in front of me I thought, okay, this isn’t so bad, I can totally wax my bikini line on my own – now I wasn’t about to try my first home Brazilian, but come on a little off the sides can’t be that hard.

Lesson #1 ~ Never wax hungover.

Seriously, I was nauseous and shaky when I started on my own, not a good combination when applying and ripping hot wax off your body.

Lesson #2Make sure the wax is hot enough.

Not too hot, not to cold, but just right. Why you ask?

After a few strips on my thighs, I thought to myself, okay, this isn’t so bad, I am ready to take this project close to the panty line. I applied the wax, then the strip and RIP!

And then I almost vomited. I sat down on the towel put my head between my knees and tried to keep my fried egg sandwich down. “Breath, it will be fine, it hurts, but you don’t have to throw up, everything will be fine. Pull yourself together before the lady gets home.” I chanted to myself as I held onto the tub.

It was at this point looked at the patch where I had ripped the wax off and saw it, a hickey. That’s right if use wax that isn’t at the right temperature you will bruise your hair follicles, causing something that looks like a hickey. In my case it was a hickey BESIDE MY VAGINA! Again I put my head between my knees and wondered what I would do if anyone was in the position to see the affected area, which again brought me back to the anti vomit chanting. Once the pain and nausea subsided a little I decided that was enough waxing for today and that it was time to get in the shower and pull out the trusty Gillette for old time sake.

Why am I sharing this story? Amusement for one, because really the visual of me ripping wax strips and gawking at my “hickey” is amusing. More importantly I tell you for education. Please use this story as a proverb: Never wax when hung over and never ever ever use wax that isn’t hot enough.

Coming back one story at a time …

The Single Girl

Things Change, Things Stay the Same

I am coming back to myself, slowly, day by day. I have had a few adventures that I think TSG readers would enjoy and I will write a proper post soon, but right now I am sitting in an Internet cafe in the centre of the universe and don't really have time (or the luxury of editing) to share.

Sneak peak;

I have seen the SSM, and Fireboy and the two of them together;
I had an adventure in esthetics I would not recommend to anyone;
And I had a lovely evening and afternoon with OQB at a gay bar, and then a "marrieds" brunch.

More on all these topics in a day or two when I am back to my computer and have time to fully realize my thoughts.

The Single Girl

I think I am going to take a little break from the blog. Writing about what is happening at home with my family doesn't seem right.

I will be back in a week or two, so do check in from time to time as I will come back soon.