Santa Barbara Summer Times!

Just realized it’s been too long since I blogged. I guess life is like that. All of a sudden you turn around and it’s summer time again! I’ve got my cute summer dresses out, have to shave my legs every day now! Well worth it!

So, I’ve been dating a bit. Actually looked at my match.com daily matches. It was the first time in a few months. I was gonna cancel, but I’ve already paid through July and so I looked while I was there. Met up with one of the guys last night. Fortunately, he was as adorable looking as his photos showed. It seemed he was honest with everything on his profile. But there didn’t seem to be any chemistry. How is it you can find someone so attractive in so many ways, but not have the urge to jump their bones? I was tempted to grab him and full out mack him, just to see if I was wrong, but I couldn’t get myself to do it. I guess I’ll introduce him to all the beautiful, great women I know to see if they have chemistry.

Talking about chemistry, I took off with the GFs this past weekend to Palm Springs. I forced the girls to go to the club in the hotel with me and was quickly accosted by a much younger man, inviting us to join their bachelor party. Evidently he was the “girl-collector” for the party, so I thought nothing of it. His friends were cute and nice and fun, so we were all chatting. It wasn’t until later that I realized this little cutie had kept coming over and peeing on my leg, letting his friends know he marked his territory. Obvious signals: he would come up and hug me or put his arm around me when I was talking to one of his friends, even though he didn’t know me; he sat on my lap at one point; finally he just full on kissed me in front of everyone. I haven’t done that in way too many years, and how much fun it was! Santa Barbara tends to be such a small town, stuff like that would get around too easily. I didn’t know anyone in Palm Springs, except my girls. I was able to finally let loose. Chemistry was amazing, we danced and flirted and drank a little more than we should have, which led to more flirting. Definitely a fun night. Too bad he lives in San Diego! He was way too young for me, but I would have enjoyed toying with him for a while!

It’s amazing how a little ego stroke like that can be so energizing and motivating. I think we get stuck in a frame of mind that is hard to get out of. I’d been feeling like I was getting old and would probably never see one of those beautiful, naked male bodies I love so much. (See, some women are visual!) Having this guy pay so much attention to me made me start noticing lots of other young (and old) men checking me out and flirting with me. And I started looking at myself more closely: I may be aging, but I am sure as hell aging gracefully! I look at other women around my age and they’ve got nothing on me! Made me want to work out a little harder, eat a little healthier, and allow myself to flirt a little more freely with anyone I want to! (I guess it made me a little more sassy to!)

I’m really excited to see what the summer – and the rest of life – has in store for me. I know I’m in charge, and it’s just a matter of taking action on opportunities presented to me – both work and pleasure! I constantly remind myself to follow my intuition – it has never steered me wrong.

This weekend isn’t too full yet. Awards event with a networking group I belong to on Friday night. I’m dragging a good male friend along. He’s such a good sport. He is even going to wear a suit. I love men in suits! There is something ultra sexy about it. Or jeans and a button down shirt and cowboy boots. Uh oh, I’m heading off on a another tangent. Actually, it’s more interesting then what I’m doing this weekend. So let me digress. What is it about a man in a suit that is so hot? Other than the sophisticated look, I think it is more the idea that the suit is conservative and rather tied up and I just want to strip that suit off of him, one piece at a time and get him naked and nasty. That’s what really makes clothing fun. When it makes you wonder what it would look like off. I often will grasp a man’s forearm or upper arm casually, if his clothing looks good on him, just to see the firmness, which gives me a better visual on what he would look like naked. See, guys, we do think like that. Perhaps not as often as men do, but it happens a lot. I particularly like it when I get that little warm fuzzy you know where when I look at a man. Whew! I may have to go home and take a cold shower just thinking about it!

It’s supposed to be fabulous out there this weekend, if the fog doesn’t stay in too long. Get out there, enjoy it and flirt your asses off! It’s much more fun that way! Hugs!