Another Suitcase, Another Hall..

[Eva:] I don’t expect my love affairs to last for long

Never fool myself that my dreams will come true

Being used to trouble I anticipate it

But all the same I hate it, wouldn’t you?

[Eva:] So what happens now?

[Che:] Another suitcase in another hall

[Eva:] So what happens now?

[Che:] Take your picture off another wall

[Eva:] Where am I going to?

[Che:] You’ll get by, you always have before

[Eva:] Where am I going to?

Time and time again I’ve said that I don’t care

That I’m immune to gloom, that I’m hard through and through

But every time it matters all my words desert me

So anyone can hurt me, and they do [chorus]

Call in three months time and I’ll be fine, I know

 Well maybe not that fine, but I’ll survive anyhow

I won’t recall the names and places of each sad occasion

But that’s no consolation here and now.

[Huevo:] Don’t ask anymore.

- Evita

Matters Arising..

• No breakfast at Tiffany’s yet people. Sorry, but absolutely nothing to report on the marriage front. 
• On the matter of ahem.. ‘Telephone Love’.. I am a bit lost: What is proper TL etiquette? The same as regular sex? Is he to call me the next day? Also, this is my first TL experience with someone I have never had real sex with. Does this mean I am agreeing to real sex next? Soooo..  we hung out alone a few days later.. and I was nervous that he thought he was sure to get some. Anyway, he was quite the gentleman, made a few suggestive comments but didn’t come on too strong. And nothing happened. Not even sure if that’s good or bad Is he only interested in TL and not the real thing? In our regular interactions since he has been his normal cheerful self and even more flirtatious but no come ons. I should add that I had previously told him I was not up for casual sex. Talk about your mixed messages! and to make matters worse.. last night we were talking and aahhmm.. well… let’s just say he didn’t mention ‘ties’ this time and it went verrrrry well! Yay!
• I am off to Ocho Rios this weekend, despite the rain, for some bess partying!! Happy Holiday Weekend All!!!

Aunt Sunshine

I think I am turning into Aunt Sunshine Well I’d like to think of myself as a slightly more glamorous version of her: like the lady in the Banana Republic ads: well groomed, hair and nails always freshly done, speaks many languages – or so you heard, wears linen clothes that never seem to wrinkle, has a fabulous apartment with huge paintings and fresh exotic flowers, calls the Prime Minister by his [or her] first name and you suspect they are more than casual friends, drives only European cars, travels all the time.. and has no man. Well, no man that you are sure of. You’ve seen the odd diamond cuff link in her key bowl,  shaving cream in her medicine chest and there was that one time you thought you saw a large pair of men’s shoes in her room. Did you?? hmm.

Aunt Sunshine is always in a good mood. She smiles alot and you feel comfortable around her. Her eyes twinkle like she is about to tell you a juicy secret. Your mom calls her for advice. The gossip columnists wish her Happy Birthday in the press. She really and truly seems to know everyone. Everyone. and yet.. she seems lonely. One night after a fabulous soiree, you walked her to her car.. she was relating one of her great stories and laughing. You hugged her and paused a little as you inhaled the rich scent of Chanel No. 5 and touched the soft cashmere of her sweater.  Her voice trailed off into the night air and she smiled as she said goodbye. As she drove away you couldn’t help but feel sorry for her…

I  don’t wanna be Aunt Sunshine!!!!!!!!!! …

Say It Right

Soo.. last night I couldn’t sleep. I was painfully horny. All this travelling ends me up in the most wondeful beds.. ALONE.  So there I was all hot, sweaty and in need. It was 2.30 AM. I decided to send out a message to the usual suspect. ‘Can’t sleep…’. A few minutes later I got a call and my body tingled even more when I heard his voice on the phone. He was very groggy at first but he rose to the occasion quickly. So there we were.. connecting.. when he says something that grates me a little.. “ties” instead of “thighs”. As the performance continues he says it again, and again.. and then my vibe is gone. kaput. He got his happy ending, and me..  STTTTEEEEUUUPPPPSS!!

PM’s Secret Blog

Good Morning folks.. I have been very bad. No not THAT kind of bad (Today!) but I have been keeping something from allyuh. The Secret Blog of the Prime Minister. I have actually been reading it for months and I am always guaranteed a bellyfull of laughs. You don’t have to  be Trini to enjoy!

Diamonds Are Forever

Well guys, what can I say? A good deal of time has passed… I have not officially responded to the man yet. And I have found excuses to skip out of ring shopping. ME. skip out on SHOPPING… for DIAMONDS no less! This situation must be pretty bad!!!!

First of all let me say ‘It’s not you, its me’.. these words almost came out of my mouth the other day when he called. Seriously. But it really is.. nevermind the age difference and all that jazz.. Mr. Man and I get along pretty well. In fact I think thats why I am having such a hard time just saying NO. I love the man, he loves me, he is one of the few men who ‘gets’ me and allows me enough room to be myself and yet supports and spoils me when I need that too.  As for the babies.. he says if thats what I want cool but he knows there is a part of me that would be just as happy without. I like that with him there is no pressure, you know? With a guy my age I would feel more obligated to ’settle down’, save for a house, have babies and fall into a horrifyingly NORMAL type of existence. With him he has been there and done that, no need for the boring stuff.. if we want we can travel the world, I can go do a Phd, concentrate completely on my career, learn to scuba dive, charity work, anything really. AND I LOVE THAT!

but on the other hand.. there is no denying the painful lack of passion in this situation. and I does live for that eh? I want my bones to ache for the man I marry. I want to feel it at the core of my very being. but is that realistic? Is it time for me to grow up and be grateful for what I have? Uber corny as it sounds, I really am not getting any younger. Will I wake up one day a few years from now and realise that I have no choice but to be Aunt Sunshine cause I am way past my expiry date? How long can I carry on my carefree way of living? Maybe its full time for something sensible and stable in my life.

Like some princess cut diamonds! ..

happily ever after?

Mr. Man has been visiting alot. Well.. enough. Last time was a few weeks before my birthday. He seemed all excited as he went over my travel plans. I was distracted. My birthday came and I went off on a frolic of my own. He called, annoyed and requested that I try to find time for dinner on my next visit. I didn’t mean to be unkind, I was just distracted.

He took me to one of those restaurants with no prices in my menu. I enjoyed seeing him smile so much. It’s been awhile.  We drank wine. We laughed. He told me of a recent acquisition in my neck of the woods. “Any excuse to come see me” I joked. He laughed and reached out for my hand. “I think its time..”  His eyes confused me. “Time..?”  He leaned back in his chair and explained that he thought it was time for him.. sorry ‘us’ to settle down, make this official.  Then he took up the wine bottle and poured..

I sat there blank. He rattled on with his planning, smiling all the while. He suggested we go ring shopping… and I think he even said something about babies. I decided to smile too. It could have been better … [more blogworthy] but hey, it could have been worse. I don’t recall ever actually responding… but it seems I am engaged. Yay? 

CHEERS!!

Well its been one year since I started blogging. Hooray for me! Actually.. hooray for you guys!! Thanks for reading, listening, commiserating, changing the topic, criticising and generally participating. Special thanks to all those who comment and hold nothing back! Thanks also to Saucy Diva for mentioning me as one of her favourite reads. I have more stories to tell but work has been crazy of late.. despite the fact that its off-season.  I will leave you with my best tidbit: Lady Spice received a marriage proposal folks!! Stay tuned for details…

ordinary time..

I feel very blah. Not even super blah.. just a regular kind of blah. I went to church with a friend once and the bulletin said something about it being the tenth Sunday of Ordinary Time or something so. I remember thinking.. how dull.. and thanks for the reminder that this is nothing time. The end of summer is a particularly quiet time in the tourist industry.. add a hurricane and elections and its like a ghost town. The hurricane was a bit exciting but (thankfully!) not as bad as it could have been. The elections race in both Jamaica and Trinidad are not particularly stimulating either. Carnival band launches have past… Maybe its just me. Maybe I need a new job, a new hairstyle .. something to pull me out of these doldrums. What say you?

booty texts..

Picture this: Sicily..(lol) ok, my bedroom, Sunday night minutes to one: my mobile phone beeps. I wake from my semi-sleep and check it. *sweet dreams babes*. I smile. That’s kinda cute. It’s from a guy I went out on a date with on Saturday. I go back to sleep. Ten minutes later my ^%$# phone beeps again. I steups and sit up in the bed. *wish you were here with me* I steups HARD and crawl back under my covers.

A week passes. We exchange a few texts (including me bracing him for waking me up in the middle night) but nothing more. I see him around, we are pleasant but make no further plans to see each other. Then it happens again. At one AM again. *sweet dreams* I do not respond to them. I tell him I don’t reply to texts after 10 so.  A few weeks later at around 9.30 I get *I want to see you, baby* Okay, reasonable hour but still an indecent proposal, … right?

Since then I’ve gotten a number of *good morning*, *have a great day!*, *You were just on my mind* and other such suitably friendly messages. In fact he only communicates via text these days. I don’t get it. It’s been many many months since that single date and tonight I got another *I want to see you baby* !!! If I ignore them he waits a while and starts up again. If I reply we will have a repartee but nothing will come of it. I am not understanding this lil game. Somebody please explain what is going on here.