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...
Tuesday, May 22, 2007
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