Bor-ring…

Today was deadly dull at work – even more deadly dull than normal – and I was surrounded by the walking dead. I call them that because I came very close to nudging some of them with a pencil to see if I needed to call an ambulance. But some of them are so dull that the thought of touching them could mean the dullness would rub off on me so instead I balanced the pencil on my nose until that got boring which generally is after about 2 minutes or when the phone insists on ringing. I followed that trick up by emailing contacts and acquaintances around Cairns to remind them that I am looking for another job and that “I’m dazzling, smart,charming and can balance a pencil or pen on my nose.” The response was ‘we know.’ Good. After that I tried to do some writing at work but the characters kept yawning in the middle of sex, his foot fell asleep, she snored and he rolled

over on his stomach and said “mugalumpwallah…hmmm…zzzz.” I just don’t see that selling. So then, I wrote a list on the pros and cons of me having an uncomplicated, one night stand of pure, dirty sex. The list became so long and complicated that I decided to go back to balancing the pencil on my nose.

I can honestly say the most productive thing I did today at work was to put this picture of a jellyfish on my desktop. Yeah…job well done.

Hook up...

So I was driving from the gym to work and I was listening to Zinc FM Cairns. A young woman had rung in as she was trying to track down the bloke she had a ‘sleep-over’ – one night stand with. Apparently she met him in one of the local bars here and things happened and they hooked up and I’m assuming, due to her on air level of enthusiasm, he must have been good to sleep over with…ah, sleep…can’t get enough of it. The problem was this woman did not remember the bloke’s name and she wanted to hook up with him again. In fact, other than being introduced for a nano-second and then imbibing copious amounts of the old fermented grape, she couldn’t remember his name. Not even when they were on their sleep over. She kept expecting he would repeat it. I can’t see how. It’s not like he was going to say “My name is Wayne. Do I need a condom? Get your clothes off. Did I mention my name was Wayne? Great tits. My name is Wayne."

Anyway I liked her. She made no apologies for the sleep over or wanting to meet up with him again. My point is, and I do have one, there are people who are critical of erotic romance saying that it’s not realistic and those things don’t happen and if they do women who have sleep-overs are sluts. Here’s the thing – yes, erotic romance is about sex and reality and it’s in your face and if you don’t like it in your face then put your face somewhere else. And yes, sex happens. As for women being sluts? What do we call the ‘Waynes’ of the world? Isn’t there some proverb about sin and casting stones?

Hook ups happen. No apologies.

One nighters…

So, I asked a question on facebook about what women thought about one night stands. Why did I ask? It’s for an upcoming project. I got a lot of really good private and public messages. Some people were against, some have indulged in stranger sex and many have had one nighters with good friends because it felt right and they could be themselves. The one thing that came through with everyone is this - we still want the one – be it a man or a woman – a kindred spirit – who is the one person who understands us. Many found that person and others will find them soon. I think that’s nice. It proves in a crass and heartless world we still believe in love and yeah, we may detour and stumble along the way but we eventually get it right.