Bad Girl

If you want to know about how mad Nate made me and what a schmuck his sperm donor is, you can page down. I was pretty mad and feeling sorry for myself when I wrote it but that's what blogging is for. Since I ended my tirade I've just been a bad,wicked, Nanny and it had nothing to do with sex. Maybe I shouldn't have told you that and you could have just used your imaginations. Oh well. So, what have I done to be such a naughty girl? Well... I've been ogling arms. There's this thing I like in missionary position where the guy is braced up on his arms and my legs are wrapped around him... okay, I just like that but something that I discovered for the very first time earlier this year is just to grab a hold of those arms. So, *blush* I've been ogling arms and not just any arms, but beautiful, muscular arms. Not overly muscular but just "man muscular." The kind where it looks like he works out but he's not pumped up. Long and lean muscles. Can you fall in love with arms? OMG, I think I have... and who they're attached to. Did you ever look at someone and with the biggest sigh in your heart wish to God you could just have one chance, just one small chance but you know that you would be so bashful and backward and so in awe of the person they are that you would completely screw everything up? And I don't mean looks... I mean, them. Where you would feel so self-conscious about not being good enough for them that you would ruin it by not being able to be yourself at all? I know. That's my low self-esteem/insecurities talking. And maybe they would be thinking the same things too... how they hope they don't screw it up. Just musing about how two peeps might feel the same way... and never know it.