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what is it with "Southern Gentlemen" scratching their croth...

2011-02-25T20:28:00.000-08:00

... when they talk to you? The first few I discounted as possibly having some bizarre itch attacks just when I'm asking for directions but it's getting to be too often (this time was in an upscale old style of men's clothier store); is it supposed to be some subtle hint? (it's nothing but...) D.

I keep forgeting where I am...

2010-06-20T21:15:00.000-07:00

went to the local liquor store (small Southern town) and serenely asked for Kirschwasser for cherry clafoutis, white peach puree and Prosecco for Bellinis... the store owner behind the counter looked more and more puzzled until he stopped faking interest and exploded into a rolling laughter..."Lady, you are not gonna find any of that stuff here... ha ha ha..."

Delia

P.S. the guy looked like I made his day...

I need a new spellchecker...

2010-04-26T19:29:00.000-07:00

I've been lazily using G. for a spellchecker for too long. Worked fine until today when, not remembering if there was a double "z" or double "r" or both in "bizarre" I just asked him to spell it for me and he obliged, apparently dead serious: "t-i-t-s p-u-s-s-y a-s-s"...

Delia

P.S. yes, we both rolled laughing -- I guess I'll keep him as my personal jester :) D.

G's calves continue to get rave reviews from both genders

2010-04-15T18:15:00.000-07:00

female (new to the group): "oh, my... G.'s got some of those Popeye calves!"

rough looking guys hanging out at the mall:"better not be messing with *that* guy!"

(nothing like overhearing these things to make me feel safe)

Delia

P.S. maybe I should wait until he falls asleep and claim them as "MINE!" :)

the perfect mother-in-law!

2010-01-22T22:48:00.000-08:00

Mom wishing G. "happy hunting!" at Frye's electronics. D.="Mom! you just don't say such things these days!" (I guess she hasn't gotten the memo on how people no longer buy things just to be buying...)

Mom=" now, now, Delia... he's going to have to get *something*!" Way to encourage him to buy all sorts of more or less useless stuff that just ends up cluttering the media closet...

Delia

P.S. frankly, I was hoping he would be going just for the entertainment value...D.

won the wet T-shirt contest!

2009-10-04T14:55:00.000-07:00

made the mistake to go out to where G. was watering the plants with a hose and got thoroughly soaked
(was only able to get away when G. declared me "the winner of the wet T-shirt contest!")

Delia

P.S. Are we ever going to grow up? I hope not... D.

I'll take a messy laptop over a fried one anytime!

2009-09-25T19:04:00.000-07:00

G. has gotten overzealous again and soaked the hell out of the screen of my laptop in cleaning solution. When I brought it to his attention that the stuff was dripping off the laptop he tried to hurriedly wipe it off... just to push it into the screen somehow...No, I don't feel any better knowing he "was just trying to help" -- do I really look that helpless? D.

Vichyssoise: make sure people actually like it pureed

2009-09-16T19:42:00.000-07:00

(that's the classic way to make it so I didn't give it a second thought) I recently found out G. doesn't exactly like it this way... I asked him why didn't he tell me before. "I didn't want to discourage you..." So, meanwhile, he's been eating the "Fancy French Baby Food," according to G., with a smile on his face and no complaints... D.

male solidarity

2009-08-23T16:14:00.000-07:00

I was talking with some guys in Barnes&Noble, asking them if G. really needed a miter saw (he's had his eyes on it for some time) if he already has a perfectly good regular saw." Ohhh.... a miter saw... yeah... *everybody* needs at least one!"

Delia

P.S. asked G. if there was any point in having more than one -->'not really...' but he was thrilled to have such unconditional support from some guys he's never met... (and I learned something about male solidarity) D.

G. getting an enthusiastic thumbs up!

2009-05-12T20:14:00.000-07:00

(from Target employee after having walked in on us making out in a deserted isle) good! you never know how these things turn out... D

stubbed my toe

2009-04-28T20:45:00.000-07:00

G: "ohhh, does it really hurt that bad? (...) may be I should give you something else to moan about? " how considerate... (nothing like getting distracted when you are in pain...) D.

Albertine rose: the antique rose that thrives on neglect?

2009-04-04T16:05:00.000-07:00

(it's supposed to do fabulously on abandoned property) I hope so! (because it's all mine to take care of... )

Delia

P.S. G. wanted Azaleas up front but I didn't (the flowers only last two weeks or so and are *not* fragrant -- a deal breaker for me) D.

Ravel's Bolero: my secret is out...

2009-03-24T18:10:00.000-07:00

I've always thought it depicted unrelenting sex but kept it as a secret -- I don't know what made me think I would be the only one who would think that (an Ovation tv program this morning called it pretty much the same thing)

Delia

P.S. most romantic piece of music, according to me, is the 18th variation of Rachmaninoff's Symphony on a theme of Paganini D.

no compassion for the grandfather clock

2009-03-14T13:41:00.000-07:00

I really want one! -- I think it gives soul to a living area but G.'s adamantly against it: "antiquated technology!" I don't want it for the technology, I want it for the atmosphere... I've been eying one with Westminster chimes and thinking I could just close my eyes and imagine I'm in front of the British Parliament --> G.'s been proposing to strip the sound of Big Ben from our vacation video and set it in an endless loop for me... "then you can put your feet up with a nice cup of tea and... knock yourself out listening to that silly thing!" somehow, that's not what I had in mind... so I wondered aloud what would happen if one day when G. got home, it would just be there :)... G.: "if I hear a peep out of it... it goes in the fireplace!" D.: :(

P.S. I like the tic-tac, tic-tac sound... it's like a heart beat ; G. just finds it enervating... D.

water fight!

2009-03-05T21:24:00.000-08:00

ended up pouring my glass of cranberry juice down G.'s head... -- just didn't know how else to drive it home that I was *serious*!

I really need him to stop "fixing" all sort of "problems" that are really no problem for me... No! I do not need my desk cleared up... (I never know where to find things after he "tidies up"...) No! I do not need my email account organized... (I like it as simple as possible so I can easily find stuff I need and ignore the rest) etc.

Delia

P.S. anyways, it turned into a monster hilarious water fight, backing each other into pretty much each and every tiled area of the house (where we could pour water on each other without damaging anything) and laughing like we haven't done it in a long time... we ended-up in the bath tub... together... D.

special treat for Valentine's: G.'s cleaning house...

2009-02-15T18:33:00.000-08:00

naked! D.

(VDay) The meaning of "Be mine!"

2009-02-15T06:37:00.001-08:00

I never quite got it until G. wrote "M I N E !" across my bum with a magic marker...

Delia

P.S. he got away with it because I was happily napping... D.

he's going to give me a heart attack one day!

2009-02-03T17:42:00.000-08:00

at least a couple of times a month I let out a blood-curdling-scream because he's sneaked-up on me when (and where...) I least expect it...

Delia

P.S. I'm going to have to remember to check the bath tub when I step out of the walk-in shower (fool me once etc.) D.

what will I remember from blogging?

2009-01-28T19:05:00.000-08:00

Seth & Jon (fellow "contrarians") may well be the only ones I'll remember (11th comment)

Delia

P.S. and the felling of talking to myself in the future... (I think that's what really got me about blogging, the idea that I will be reading this 10, 20, 30...? who knows how many years down the road and hearing myself talk... well, more like think... D.

Huge Shaggy Dog: Black Russian terrier

2009-01-06T16:45:00.000-08:00

something like this (never seen a dog like this before), leaning up against me all smiles...

Delia

P.S. I don't quite know how to react to dogs (didn't grow up with them as pets -- they were outside, to keep the bad people away); it was particularly hard to figure out what to do at one point in the past when a professor's dog -- a mature golden retriever -- was treating *me* as the owner... would always come to loudly great me at the office door, wrap himself around my feet when I would seat in the chair and was very difficult to dissuade from leaving with me when I would leave... D.

G.'s New Year resolution: round-up all my underware...

2009-01-01T18:32:00.000-08:00

yes -- *mine*! and throw it away... ("it just gets in the way...") D.

the few minutes outside of time

2008-12-10T18:49:00.000-08:00

every so often G. comes down the hallway between our dens, hugs me around the back of my "office chair" and waits until I finish the sentence I was reading. Then I get up, switch off the light and we drop to the floor -- nothing naughty usually happens (just laying down there together and feeling as if outside of time...) D.

Palm Beach, again...

2008-12-07T17:15:00.000-08:00

got a chance to take one of those solo trips again...(there have been a couple I haven't mentioned on this blog; I just love the place! I go anytime I get a chance)

I think I know why I like it so much -- it's as close to Europe-by-the Sea as I've seen in the US

Delia

P.S. The schnitzel at Cafe L'Europe took me back to Austria... (It's been five years or so since I was in Vienna last time); the apple strudel was not quite an accurate rendition (the pastry needs to have more volume and be baked to a golden brown and walnuts and breadcrumbs are supposed to go into the filling also, not just the apples...) but it was good nonetheless; fresh squeezed OJ and linzer tart at the Champs-Elysees French bakery not bad either...

P.P.S. Taverna Opa at CityPlace (in West Palm Beach) had a Romanian song at one point (as part of a belly dancing soundtrack) -- the waiter had told me that was Greek music, but I set him straight :)... I didn't know what I was supposed to do when an older guy came over to my table and asked me why I was sitting all by myself and how I should go join his group at the bar and have a drink at his expense... Nope! thank you... (I was quite happy in my solitude) D.

our own book club of...one!

2008-11-11T19:52:00.000-08:00

I figured all I needed to do is pick up the right book and we can start our own private "book club". I was pleasantly surprised that the local library actually went out and bought a copy of the book I had in mind, at my suggestion (thanks "Friends of the library!"): Einstein's mistakes (which is supposed to give a good idea of th state of physics today, as well as go over things Einstein didn't quite get right... according to what people believe today -- tomorrow might be a completely different story...)

Delia

P.S. anyways, I'm the only on that's reading the book (G's got other things to do...) D.

G: "Suport! Suport!"

2008-10-16T13:09:00.000-07:00

(while he's propping up my private parts)

"We wouldn't want things to start sagging..." --> 'course, not! what would I do without him? D.

(biking) "You are falling behind, D..."

2008-08-01T19:19:00.001-07:00

like I don't know... (he just doesn't get it that not everybody has his calves...)

Delia

P.S. got him beat hands down at swimming, though... (I can comfortably swim for about three hours straight) and there is no contest as to any of the winter sports (just would not put anything that looks like skies or skates on his feet -- afraid he would break some bones...) D.

one way to read the New York Times in a deserted Starbucks

2008-07-31T21:47:00.000-07:00

facing G. and reading the backside of the page he was reading while I was holding it up and struggling not to explode in laughter when he would wink to the side of the page and make obscene gestures with his hands...

Delia

P.S. don't remember being "unattached" ever being this much fun... D.

I wanted to get mad at him but I couldn't...

2008-07-21T19:17:00.000-07:00

I was in the kitchen, in my undies, trying to get a glass of milk when he poured water from the pitcher directly down my bare bum... (we have tile on the kitchen floor) and had the nerve to "innocently" ask me: "Are you, wet?".

Delia

P.S. we ended-up laughing like kids... D.

Red stilettos (G.: "Is that all you are going to be wearing?)

2008-06-06T18:56:00.000-07:00

I'm usually ultra-comfortable but once in a while I'm tempted by a pair of illogical but sexy shoes, such as fire-engine-red stilettos... D.

we are not ready to join a book club

2008-05-18T09:52:00.000-07:00

G., was going to give it a try this time: I wanted us to join a local book club and borrowed two copies (one for him and one for me) of the book they were going to discuss this Saturday -- not a bad one, I thought... somebody who had a lot of academic background in the topic had written "the true story" of one of the women in the Old Testament, as supposedly recounted by the character herself

I thought we were set to go but I figured I'd just ask G. if he thought he would enjoy the discussion of this first book... He told me that he was going to suggest the book club reads some real literature, like "The Lives of the Noble Greeks and Romans," real accounts by Plutarch... (which he was going to bring along to show them) and skip "made-up stories" such as the one they were reading...

Delia

P.S. well, I'm glad I asked :) because I realized we were NOT ready to join a book club! (not as a couple, not unless we started one of our own...) D.

Starbucks guy

2008-04-30T21:04:00.000-07:00

calls me "my lady" and rushes over to get my green tea on the table... every single time! I have no idea how I should react -- I mean, you want to be nice to people but... I have no clue where this guy is coming from... D.

a knowing look and a smile from a bookstore owner

2008-04-22T09:53:00.000-07:00

took a look at a non-chain local bookstore with G. and we figured we could get away with some private teasing... (for some odd reason libraries and bookstores turn me on -- may be the apparent seclusion) but... not so... --> the bookstore owner gave us a knowing look and a smile when we left (must have had a hidden camera somewhere)

Delia

P.S. the creepy thing is that he was a Craig Newmark look alike... (looks like they are all over the place) D.

two gays (must have been...) eyeing G.'s calves...

2008-04-18T21:37:00.000-07:00

-- I can certainly see the point:)...-- and wispering disapointed: "must be his girlfriend..."

--> thank God I'm not anybody's girlfriend! bad position to be in ... especially for years and years... if the relationship is not marriage bound why bother having a relationship with that person in the first place? (might just as well enjoy your independence...). I don't understand the women who put up with it indefinitely...

Delia

P.S. I need to wear my wedding band more often ... the thing is... I love it! it's me more than any other piece of jewelry I've ever seen... it's got 9 good size encrusted rubies -- red is my color! all the way -- but the design is so unpretentious that it does not look at all flamboyant... I just take it off any time it might get damaged and then I forget to put it back on... D.

G:"I can't believe you are reading that crap..."

2008-04-09T21:04:00.001-07:00

this was after I unexpectedly bonded with a guy in a restaurant over what is probably known as a guys' vicarious living series (A Palm Beach mystery series: The Archy McNally stories)

Delia

P.S. of course, I like the stuff for very different reasons (I love the always funny and astute social commentary and... the food! Sanders had been a chef -- a very good one I suspect -- , but, of course, I'm fully aware of Archy's long and constantly growing list of sexual exploits...)

P.P.S. ok, G. , I'll forget all about it after I'm done with the other 10 odd volumes that I haven't yet read:) (the Sanders family had a "ghost writer" continue the series after he passed away) D.

what's ok to do afterwards?

2008-03-23T21:57:00.000-07:00

I, for one, need a nap (if everything went well). Of course, I've heard women complaining their male partners just roll over and start snoring... So I had to wonder if I was a female offender of this sort. But G. says no: "actually, it's pretty good feedback -- let's me know I did a good job" great... D.

it's not like he's not giving me choices...

2008-03-10T21:27:00.000-07:00

MORE: things I find difficult to accept (and I really don't accept) -- that's why I'm saying I'm not taking this stuff seriously:

Mark Pesce (0. 46 time mark): " and then I said... well... this appears to be the case, it was confirmed to me internaly in a way I couldn't particularly argue with, I could not argue out of, it was simply a foundational fact"[my emphasis]--> really? I call this wishful thinking:)... and I can usually overcome it... D.

STILL MORE: what would I want them to show? well... just to back-up their claims: if intuition just tells them things... those things should be scientifically testable! mind creates reality? then... go ahead and create reality with your mind in a very palpable way! --> then we'd be seriously talking (not before...)... but there is no need for these ideas to be "true" (to have any actual bearing on reality), they are nonetheless interesting and entertaining... D.

EVEN MORE: up early... but not because of loud music (just couldn't sleep...) D.

MORE: what was I doing up late? listening to this (Mark Pesce turns out to be a much more interesting guy than that article would suggest... not that I agree with the stuff, just like I don't agree with McKeena on those things -- unless somebody shows, not just says... -- but it's certainly interesting...); alright I better go to bed now -- hopefully I get to sleep in tomorrow:) but I can't count on it... D.
...
G. :"Are you coming to bed, D., or do you want loud music to wake you up bright and early in the morning?"

I can't wink with my right eye

2008-03-04T16:49:00.000-08:00

(never could - appearently it's in our DNA )

G. thinks it's hillarious when I try... (If I use this in the new-and-improved School of Athens, it's going to be an inside joke) D.

what to do about annoying mail...

2008-02-25T21:40:00.000-08:00

G.'s taken to tearing-up unsolicited stuff we are sent (most of the time it doesn't even have our names on it, we didn't update our address with the post office, for instance -- believe it or not they sell your address to advertiers if you do that, now we are just "postal customers" --> what's wrong with these people?) placing it in the prepaid enclosed envelope and sending back some unwanted mail! give them a taste of their own obnoxiousness...

Delia

P.S. he actually has a big smile on his face when he's doing that...:) (at my suggestion he is going to put a smiley face on the stuff also...) D.

what do I like about Palm Beach...

2008-01-23T16:02:00.000-08:00

MORE: done with the book... not bad but I was disappointed that although he praised his wife a lot, he ended-up giving her no formal credit (if the best writing and a lot of others things were really hers, why isn't she the co-author of the book?) D.

all that debauchery going on, especially at night... kidding, kidding:)... just the natural beauty, NOT the circus culture the place has apparently spawned (I'm half way through Ronald Kessler's book and it made me realize I NEED to tell people what I love about the place or I will be really misunderstood).

Delia

P.S. intellectually, the place could really use someone like Terrence McKeena... as to all that "culture" that's supposed to be going on... aside from the Opera, pretty much everything else sounds like meaningless fluff... D.

Thank God I'm not flat chested!

2008-01-13T11:44:00.000-08:00

I took a spill! on a cement platform: it was dark and that step really shouldn't have been there... anyways, my boob provided very effective cushioning (didn't turn out to be anywhere as bad as I would have thought:I scraped my knee and my palm but that was it... the boob is fine, not a scratch; this must be a real hazard for those with "enhancements" -- would have probably required medical attention) D.

Moroccan food and belly dancing for New Year's?

2008-01-05T23:24:00.000-08:00

why not?

one of a kind desk...

2007-12-30T22:51:00.000-08:00

I'm glad I didn't buy that huge leather top desk for G. back in OH -- found a really nice one in an antiques store and I was tempted... But he's building a one of a kind! (he's applying ideas such as the lazy Susan to a desk??? -- makes a big desk much more accessible and functional than I thought could be... really cool!) I *love* G.! D.

Will be going to a drive-in theater!

2007-12-27T16:11:00.001-08:00

crude or not... that's one experience I haven't had... so...we are going to remedy that:)... D.

Southern Christmas

2007-12-10T18:31:00.000-08:00

probably the most christmassy thing I'll see this year... (one of the few non-pine trees out back) D.

"I love G.!" (so do I...)

2007-12-06T07:57:00.001-08:00

people were just talking and one of them referred to G. as "an encyclopedia of knowledge," to which one of the females said:"I *love* G.!" -- she's a really nice ebullient girl so that's probably all there was to it but (G. told me) everybody stopped talking...

Delia

P.S. I told G. if it happens again to tell her I said she can look but she can't touch... D.

G.'s whole body hug

2007-11-29T16:47:00.000-08:00

in the morning... (when he thinks I'm still asleep:) D.

back from another (Palm Beach) solo trip...

2007-11-25T20:03:00.000-08:00

I love the place! and G. hates... well, maybe he doesn't really hate it -- he is just bored by it!

Delia

P.S. I guess unless you clone yourself, you are never going to find someone who has your exact likes and dislikes...

P.P.S. Oh, well, I get to enjoy it on my own! I feel like a kid forgotten in the toy store... Ahh... the view from the ocean terrace at the Breakers! (the ocean coming right at you in shades of dark blue and turquoise and bubbly white... should have taken a picture... next time!) D.

78F for Thanksgiving?

2007-11-21T17:15:00.000-08:00

you can put up with almost anything for that kind of weather... D.

G.'s silk boxers

2007-11-19T09:13:00.000-08:00

perfect for lounging around the house! (for me, of course...) D.

A good fight that ends with sex...

2007-11-10T20:38:00.000-08:00

may be well worth it... D.

G: "No... that's not how we do it..."

2007-11-02T08:17:00.000-07:00

the things our partners know about us (and we don't...)

apparently I do a little routine before falling asleep: start on G's chest (it's wide, plump and luxurious...), then turn on my side to get a hug from behind and... end-up a bit away embracing the pillow? (go figure...); there are other little details I wasn't aware of, such as doing a leg curl over his leg when I'm on his chest -- I had no idea he had an attachment to these things, until he told me... D.

Ahh... how do I get G. to a dace studio?

2007-10-17T20:31:00.000-07:00

you can forget about "exercise" and... just enjoy yourself! D.

we gotta get the show out of the house...

2007-10-05T00:04:00.000-07:00

unless you are into "furries" there is really no good reason not to do that... (the house has gotten to be too familiar)... it's just that... what do you do if you run into somebody? how would G. explain acquaintances etc. being clad in military fatigues and trying to "pick up" a "Geisha" in authentic attire... (me)

Delia

P.S. going to a not too far away nondescript town that has decent hotels (at least one...) may be the solution D.

G.'s calves are so erotic...

2007-09-05T09:24:00.000-07:00

(like a nice pair of E size boobs)

so I wanted to paint a picture of them (well... from the waist down) against a background of flames, call it "Fire!" and hang it above the bed -- he won't hear of it! (I could have sworn any man would have been thrilled with such a proposition... especially after 13 years of being married)

he wants me to paint a reproduction of "The School of Athens," for his den, instead... -- how boring is that? (if I'll ever do anything of the kind it's going to have me in it... as Socrates... nude and winking...)

Delia

13 th anniversary

2007-08-29T19:50:00.000-07:00

St. Augustine, FL: Casa Monica and the Cordoba restaurant (yes, yes, yes...) D.

Butterflies in love

2007-08-26T13:28:00.000-07:00

(know of no heat or humidity...)

Delia

P.S. believe it or not, they are selling humidifiers in the South... (I have no clue who's buying them...) D.

Richard Himmel sleigh beds

2007-08-12T18:42:00.000-07:00

aren't they just perfect? D.

Ahh.. fragrant Southern peaches...

2007-08-05T19:30:00.001-07:00

guilt free when just sliced on top of oatmeal... D.

Digg: the stuff people vote for...

2007-07-31T12:47:00.000-07:00

8 positions women love...

Delia

P.S. they don't even have the best: check out "the rising position" ("producing excusite sensations for him and her" (under third picture) --> I agree...) D.

G.'s garden puts me to shame...

2007-07-28T09:00:00.000-07:00

the best I can do is lounge in the screened porch and... cheer him along! (while he is working in the the hot and humid southern summer...) D.

Ah... swimming in the pool at night...

2007-06-26T19:16:00.000-07:00

... getting bothered... (priceless...) D.

it's not your house if you can't run around naked...

2007-04-10T08:09:00.000-07:00

I'm just wondering if we should have taken our privacy as a given or not -- I suppose somebody could have hidden behind the trees and gotten front seats at our private life... (there is a pine forrest in the back of the house -- I love the view and would hate to have to block it...)

Delia

guess what I wanted for Valentine's?

2007-02-14T16:25:00.000-08:00

we ended-up cancelling the reservation for the 4 star French restaurant and went... rolling down the hill... (there has been a nice blanket of snow for a couple of weeks now) ... with the neighbourhood kids! we just drove by and I remembered having loads of fun doing that when I was a kid... and I knew this was the ONLY time I could talk G. into doing this! we are moving down South in a month or so (he had a suffering look on his face... but couldn't say "no" -- not today...)

Delia

P.S. I absolutely loved it! (best things in life are free...) D.

what's this all about?

2007-02-14T16:22:00.000-08:00

somewhat personal stuff for which I want to have a memento... not very personal, though... (I like my privacy -- you might have guessed that from the email address I gave out: d p e r i o d @ c o m c a s t . n e t)

dblog

what is it with "Southern Gentlemen" scratching their croth...

I keep forgeting where I am...

I need a new spellchecker...

G's calves continue to get rave reviews from both genders

the perfect mother-in-law!

won the wet T-shirt contest!

I'll take a messy laptop over a fried one anytime!

Vichyssoise: make sure people actually like it pureed

male solidarity

G. getting an enthusiastic thumbs up!

stubbed my toe

Albertine rose: the antique rose that thrives on neglect?

Ravel's Bolero: my secret is out...

no compassion for the grandfather clock

water fight!

special treat for Valentine's: G.'s cleaning house...

(VDay) The meaning of "Be mine!"

he's going to give me a heart attack one day!

what will I remember from blogging?

Huge Shaggy Dog: Black Russian terrier

G.'s New Year resolution: round-up all my underware...

the few minutes outside of time

Palm Beach, again...

our own book club of...one!

G: "*Su*port! *Su*port!"

(biking) "You are falling behind, D..."

one way to read the New York Times in a deserted Starbucks

I wanted to get mad at him but I couldn't...

Red stilettos (G.: "Is that *all* you are going to be wearing?)

we are not ready to join a book club

Starbucks guy

a knowing look and a smile from a bookstore owner

two gays (must have been...) eyeing G.'s calves...

G:"I can't believe you are reading that crap..."

what's ok to do afterwards?

it's not like he's not giving me choices...

I can't wink with my right eye

what to do about annoying mail...

what do I like about Palm Beach...

Thank God I'm not flat chested!

Moroccan food and belly dancing for New Year's?

one of a kind desk...

Will be going to a drive-in theater!

Southern Christmas

"I *love* G.!" (so do I...)

G.'s whole body hug

back from another (Palm Beach) solo trip...

78F for Thanksgiving?

G.'s silk boxers

A good fight that ends with sex...

G: "No... that's not how we do it..."

Ahh... how do I get G. to a dace studio?

we gotta get the show out of the house...

G.'s calves are *so* erotic...

13 th anniversary

Butterflies in love

Richard Himmel sleigh beds

Ahh.. fragrant Southern peaches...

Digg: the stuff people vote for...

G.'s garden puts me to shame...

Ah... swimming in the pool at night...

it's not your house if you can't run around naked...

guess what I wanted for Valentine's?

what's this all about?

G: "Suport! Suport!"

Red stilettos (G.: "Is that all you are going to be wearing?)

"I love G.!" (so do I...)

G.'s calves are so erotic...