Inappropriate Touching

So...I'm a big fan of touching...in my private personal life. I love it when my man touches my neck...the small of my back...the inside of my...well, mostly anything actually. But when a stranger crosses that line, I have to say, it ain't fun.

It happens all the time, on the elevator...in a store. Last night I attended a business cocktail hour...which may have been two hours, but who's counting when it's open bar. It was supposed to be one of those "Meet and Greet" networking things...which I must confess, I'm pretty good at. Anyway, it's strange the number of people, men and women, who find it OK to touch someone they just met. More than once I had a newly made acquaintance grab my hand or arm. One woman grabbed the fabric of my skirt and told me how much she liked the material. The worst of it was when someone was trying to get past me in the restaurant...he put his hands on my
waist and moved me out of his way. A few minutes later, he handed me his business card. Talk about fuck and run.

Whatever...

On another note. I was not around last week (sorry folks), but I was doing something fun that I'm preparing to share with all of you...I was playing around with some of my friends, and we put together a fun video. It will be ready for viewing soon...but here's a preview of what's to come...I know you'll enjoy it...

Parking Rot

I waited 45 minutes at a Parking lot to get my car last night. It wasn't because the lot was super busy. Actually, I got there before the rush of people. I stood and waited, holding my purse, tote bag, and shopping bags, teetering on my heels, after a long day of working, and watched car after car leave the lot…with mine no where to be found.


I am extremely nice and polite to the drivers. I tip them every time I drop off AND pick up my car. And last night, I never asked where my car was. I only stood there. And each time they drove a car up the ramp, they looked at me and said nothing.

Finally after 45 minutes of waiting, one of them inquired what was going on. Someone had marked my parking ticket as "closed out." And so one realized that my car was never retrieved from the cavernous lot below. They apologized profusely, got me my car, and I left for home.

So my question is this... Where did the times go where an attractive woman carrying a ton of packages would get a little special treatment? I know for a fact that in the past (10, 15, 20 years ago), if I were standing in the same situation, the men who drove the cars would have paid attention to me. They would have asked me if they could help, hold my bags, open the door for me. They would have directed me to a bench where I could rest my weary (and sexy heeled) feet. They would have gotten my car right away! Is it wrong, in an age of "female empowerment," to expect a little more respect for the gentler sex? Where have the times of sexy women getting a little special treatment gone?

And never mind all that, where have the times of ANYONE getting proper customer service gone?

Bienvenido a Miami

I love South Beach. It's one of the only places where I can find older women as attractive as me. I feel comfortable there. While I was there, P Diddy, or Diddy, or whatever his name is this week, was having a party. InStyle magazine had their annual Inside InStyle expo. And the Gay and Lesbian Film Festival was taking place. And these are only three of the things that I happened to notice. There were so many people out and about it was outrageous. I got an amazing tan and showcased my new summer wardrobe nicely.

We saw Teddy from the MTV show Ocean Drive, not so much famous as he is gorgeous…and plenty of other "beautiful people" just ripe for the picking. Of course, there were some not so beautiful people there as well. It amazes me how many women will wear skimpy tops and short-shorts when they should clearly not be. I mean….I understand feeling good about yourself….but…maybe some people should think a little harder before sharing their confidence w/ the world.

The best part of my extended weekend, however, was the amount of times I got hit on. My favorite was an incredibly well dressed, attractive woman, who couldn't take her eyes off my assets…and I wasn't even wearing my best outfit (see below).

She repeatedly brushed her body against my arm, back, etc…and bought me and my friends more than one round of drinks. I admit that I enjoyed the way she drank me in…and I definitely took the time to give a little flirt back to her. It just goes back to prove that it doesn’t matter what gender, age, sex, sect you are…getting admired is always a positive thing.