Saturday, June 28, 2008
As I said before, I don't really want this to be a collection of tawdry tid-bits, as it were -- him over at Glitter for Brains will beat me out for that every time -- but I have been enjoying this sojourn to the Midwest a /lot/ more than I had anticipated.
It turns out (for some reason I can't even begin to fathom*) that there's a sizeable collection of Russians working in this hotel on short-term --4 to 6 month -- work visas. And my, uhh, conspirator** was about as subtle as I was about this morning.
So imagine my surprise and delight when a waiter from the hotel restaurant showed up at my door. Now, my sense of dignity rather impelled me to tell him to go, but quite frankly, he has the most incredible ass. I felt like it behooved me to entertain him at least for a while.
Now, I know you think this sort of activity is reprehensible, and very possibly stereotypical of Gentlemen That Can't Catch, but I think it's understandable. The past weekend aside, I've always been the model of if not strict monogamy, then monogamy as strict as my significant other at the time demanded (Ooh, that was a fun summer. And to think I spent /years/ with someone who thought getting a handjob while he was riding in a car was the wildest thing one could do...). And my one night stands have been few and far between.
The past few months have been literally no fun. And I've Turned Old within the past few weeks. And even though I've lost almost 30 pounds since March, I still have some measure to go before I feel more than sub-averagely attractive. So all this -- especially with no one coughing discretely and asking for cash when it's over -- has been a decent and probably-more-needed-than-I'd- like-to-admit boost to my ego. I am asserting my sexual identity, like a trashy women's studies professor from the late 1970s.***
And, guys being what they are, there's always a sign of a job well done, so I know I'm not being completely egotistical. It's almost a shame I have to leave for St Louis tomorrow.
*Well, the getting out of Russia bit I can fathom. The whole "picking Indiana out of the whole US to make money in" I don't.
**In the most literal sense. Look up the etymology.
***I'll take "Quotes I'll Regret in 10 Years", Alex.
Well, whatever one calls male hotel housekeepers.
What makes it all the more sweeter -- for those of you conversant with gentlemen's films of a certain stripe -- was that the young gentleman referred to is, in fact, from Eastern Europe. I am now forced to conclude that all those Eurocreme movies are really documentaries, and that watching them constitutes a form of international studies.
Friday, June 27, 2008
Wednesday, June 25, 2008
Miles Driven: 520
Hours driven: 9
States crossed: 4
No.of times my father drove off the side of the road listening to his new cheap navigation system: 6
No. of times cheap navigation system gave wrong directions: 3
No. of times I found the right way with an atlas: 3
Average driving speed of father: 60 mph
Fastest driving speed of father: 60 mph
My average driving speed: 80
My fastest driving speed: 93
Arguments over content of "Tigermilk": 3
Arguments over content of "If You're Feeling Sinister": 2
Heart attacks at content of "Savage Lovecast"played in retribution: 1
So, this trip started off rather swimmingly, eh?