Last week I did something that I have not done in a really
long time. I don’t feel bad about
it. Why should I? I am a single, adult
woman. I work hard, take my
responsibilities seriously and rarely do anything for myself. I decided that it was time to do something
for ME. Here’s how it went.…
It was Saturday night and I was restless. I had not been out in a really long time and
I’ve had little contact with the opposite sex of late. I needed a change in a
bad way.
I don’t know what hit me but I was lying on my bed reading a
book and I looked at the clock. Nine o’clock on a Saturday night and I am home
alone reading?? What the hell is wrong with me? So I jumped out of bed and
threw open my closet doors with purpose.
I start flinging clothing onto my bed like closet-vomit until I found
the perfect outfit. Small, comfortable, displayed
the parts I wanted to display and hid the parts I didn’t. Satisfied, I walked out.
I chose a place I hadn’t been to in as long as I could
remember. The last time I was there it
hadn’t ended well and I left disappointed.
I knew that would NOT be the case on this night. I admit I did open the door a little
tentatively; but I put on a brave face and ventured inside. The place smelled a little funny. Pungent, a little like incense and a little
like a kind of cheese that I couldn’t put a name to. I assumed it was all the dinners they serve
and decided to ignore it. Eventually I
got used to it and couldn’t smell it at all.
I started to relax and finished my beverage while I looked
around the place and took in the sights when I decided to go outside for a
smoke. I hesitated, perhaps for a bit
too long, when I spotted what would eventually be my trouble of the night. The
first thing that popped into my head was “a cool drink of water”. I don’t know why, but it did.
I was a little taken aback.
The entire thing was fast and furious and completely unexpected - particularly
in that place. But, I wasn’t complaining
and I wasn’t looking back!
By the end of the night, after the sweating and the
grunting, the rubbing and the caressing, the dirty talk and the sweet talk, I was completely satisfied and happy! I
didn’t regret what I had done, didn’t care what people thought! I smiled as I looked back over my shining
clean refrigerator, complimented myself on a job well done, shut the door and
went to bed. I had even killed an hour.
I’ve said it before and I will say it again: I like to live
my life with no regrets.
