Oh Come Now.

The most recent news is that I don't get any action, even in my dreams.

Yesterday I treated myself with a manicure and a haircut before going for my Swedish massage. My 90-minute Swedish massage. My free 90-minute Swedish massage. I've had massages before, and even a bad massage is pretty fucking great. And this was a very good one.

First of all, it's amazing to me that within ten minutes of meeting me, a stranger gladly starts touching all different parts of my body. Nevermind it being weird for me, which it was for a moment. But for her to just jump into intimacy and contact -- I don't know why but I found it impressive and touching. haha no pun intended.

The gal was tender but strong, with a supple touch. Even as she worked my muscles with one hand, the other hand seemed to caress me, to stroke me. It was healing in a few ways. And I'm sorry, but is there anything better than having your feet rubbed? If my eyes could have rolled farther back in my head . . .

Later on I went to a bar hoping to sit at said bar and order some garlic rosemary fries and some pizza, but fuck it was a whole happy hour scene. I scammed a chair from two guys and chatted with them for a while. Firefighters and paramedics. Their nurse friends turned up too. I decided to bail to get some real food, and said goodbye.

Then went to a favorite neighborhood gourmet biker bar and pulled up a barstool. The guys on my left talked bikes. The girl on my right wept as her date sat and listened. Probably she wanted a baby and he isn't ready. Something simple, I'm sure. I ate lots of steak. Finally a new couple took the weepy couple's place and we talked movies.

And on to my dream: my bookclub decided to have a lesbian orgy. I brought my vibrators but didn't know how to jump into the action, so I just wandered around feeling rejected and aimless.

Hunh. Wonder what that means?