45 things i want in my lover-wishful thinking list!

here is a list of 45 things i want in my soul mate/lover!please don't throw your head back and laugh and mutter ''dumb cow'' under your breath at the end of it

1. Big feet
2. Over 6 feet tall
3. Has to go on official trips often so I get the house to myself
4. Cooks well
5. Fucks well
6. Drives well
7. Likes to support my hobby of stamp collection, in my passport.
8. Likes the house to himself occasionally, hence encourages girl’s night outs
9. Is not ashamed to throw his arms around me in public.
10. Loves the beach
11. Loves to trek
12. Stays awake just to watch me breathing coz he don’t wanna miss a thing
13. Has a Good libido
14. loves French windows
15. uses coasters
16. Owns a tuxedo that hasn’t been worn more than once.
17. Does not munch while watching a movie. especially pop corn
18. Doesn’t need to ask for any kind of directions. Period.
19. Knows the difference between lager, stout and beer.
20. Knows to load and fire off a .357 caliber magnum military use revolver
21. Probably owns one.
22. Knows to use cutlery well.
23. Smokes a cigarette intermittently.
24. Likes arm candy at every social event he goes to {read: me}
25. Has nieces and nephews who adore him
26. Likes bath salts and me in a bath tub.
27. likes my cooking
28. Knows that I am fat, love food but it doesn’t bother him and he laughs it off.
29. holds me when I want to read a book in bed
30. hates hip-hop, RNB, trance and house
31. Does not own a pink striped shirt.
32. owns a gramophone and has a few vinyl records
33. has been there and done that
34. likes company in the shower [read :me]
35. does not chomp
36. needs a cylindrical correction for his eyes
37. Likes purples reds beige and creams for home decor.
38. Likes my writing.
39. Does not like to split headphones plugged into an iPod.
40. watches me fix him pancakes and strawberry syrup on a Sunday morning
41. Licks it off my face when I eat clumsily. on purpose
42. Is not a little girl deep within
43. Capable of giving icy glares.
44. wears aviators on a sunny day
45. jogs alone, lets me jog alone

From A and A To D and S respectively

Scene 1

He held her hand, closed his eyes and took a deep whiff of her fingers, she smelt like a meadow, of fresh dew and wild berries boiled in water engulfing crystalline sugar. Her heart skipped a frightened beat as her delicate fingers tingled the erectile tissues on his nose. The madness went on for an eternal minute. People around noticed. They peered at the two idiots who had more than just fingers entwined with each other. They laughed and gawked and cried and laughed some more till tears of joy rolled down each cheek, oblivious to the vortices they were creating around them.

Scene 2:

D cooked better than A. from scratch. A just picked packets of curry powder and doused the meat in it. She romped around while he didn’t approve.He julienned the ginger, made a yoghurt marinade for the chicken, soaked plump red chillies in vinegar. He watched her eat in amusement, lips parted in a gastronomic orgasm. He had whetted his appetite now!

Scene 3:

A left D without any notice. She texted him one in a blue. She wondered if he noticed she was gone. She let her mocha skin burn with poignancy.But she wouldn’t bother finding out. Too much pride she said and laughed a cackle. Head arched up, hand over the mouth a stray tear from the left corner of her eye.her jar of goeey strawberries in syrup turned out to be white shiny dry crystals of sharp edged quartz or even 3 set cleavaged calcite

Scene 4:

A lay awake in bed at half past two past midnight as she waited for a good night text from S. She told A of all her fantasies and apprehensions and butterflies-that-were-dragon-sized that fluttered in her stomach. S texted finally. A let A off the hook and slept like a satiated baby to wake to a brand new beginning. A was happy for A she smiled all day long.A hopes A finds a happy ending with S..nah..beginning…

The lavender menace

Between hundred watts of staccato burst of laughter, drunken stupidities and an explosion of gay humor, I speculate how many of you have wondered even for the briefest splits of a second if you are homosexual!

I have. When I figured I don’t have conventional girl tendencies I did.

I have had long discussions with my girlfriends about it. Thankfully the predicament didn’t last more than a nanosecond. The Women I know are blazing hot! Not in just a feministically-liberating-men-are stupid-fucks way but in all honesty, the smoothness in the skin, the grace in their semi feline semi monstrous gait, the doe-shaped eyes all sum up to oozing a fanatical sexual vibe. I know for a fact I am not attracted to women. {Come on, I’d rather prefer touching a beardy face reeking a blend of nicotine and cologne than licking mascara off}After hanging out with a bunch of rowdy testosterone-fired-chest-beating geology majors all through college, I sure have learnt what kind of arse is smackable, what is the difference between cute/hot/pretty/ugly/pretty ugly, etc.Often I also point out a random hot attractive woman to them [guess that is why they put up with me, I have a good eye].but that definitely does not mean I am attracted to them

Sometimes I reckon life would’ve been easier if I was one…The emotional, mental and intellectual connection two women have is exclusive only to them.

I know a few of my women friends who have kissed another.I guess it feels like kissing a mirror.In a state of intoxication and the proximity of a icy cold diva with straight hair in a French cut and black make up, there is a far fetched possibility i might to[never have yet had the guts] but there is no way i would want to go home to a woman...

There are times I have been more comfortable and relaxed at dinner at an expensive place when it’s only one of my girl-friends and me than with a semi-pretentious-I-am-interested-in-you-but-id-like-an-aspirin date with a not-so-attractive-boy man.

Unfortunately I am not. I am a total succor for and fall head over heels in love with those things that talk well, have the capability to make my heart’s decisions look like an ethereal mess of complexities, have shoulders broader than the waist and without a doubt a libido and a penis.

(dream) catcher on the eye!

I sat staring out of the airplane window, staring at Perth twirl into a trillion trinkets of fairylights as we ascended to 30,000 feet above sea level and my heart plummeted a 30,000. I contemplated the dimensions of his palms…how it encompassed wholly anything it held, they were soft and compassionate yet hardened and protective at the same time. How they made me shrivel in delight every time they rested somewhere on me. It felt like the warmth of crackling wood on a snowy day. The kind that puts a blush to your cheek for absolutely no reason.
Attraction is after all noticing someone else other than you.
I miss the dream-catcher…I miss being his firefly, I miss being told to behave myself in public.

I thought of his eyes and how they stared at me a full 30 seconds when they first saw me. How often I noticed a passive unsaid pain in them at times, how they’d glint with obnoxiousness every time he made a statement.

I drifted off to sleep dreaming of the dream catcher…of all those sweet nothings, the sweet somethings and sweet everythings.

Of coveralls,lube oil,spanners,pink nail paint,purple shoes and a mauve bra

I am lost in a strange concotion of spanners,lube oil,coveralls,pink nail paint,purple shoes,mauve bra,red higlights and cream scarves in a city were my hair doesn't frizz out and my jacket never comes off[except when i've downed too many jimbeams,jackcokes,sauvignons,sparkiles or any consummable R-OH]!!
nope i am not a truck mechanic[like a few say]neither am a child-slut in coveralls like one other says[i am allowed to have carnal needs since i have all d hormonal glands intact]..am just a labrat,a lab geologist who is sucking mother earth's bosom dry of oil and lubricates the rest of the world..well asia pacific atleast!
Its strange how when i leave from home,i have my kohl and earrings intacts..by the morning tea break i transform into this horrendous nicotine addict kicking the boys with her size 6 indian stell cap shoes!
When i get home,i douse my mushrooms n white wine,marinated my chicken in beer mustard and then eat in silent gluttony!
well,i enjoy being lost like this..after all it is my bread,butter,.............jam,ham,cheese,baco,coffee,cigarttes and vodka aye???

1,2,3...12o..still counting

This 31st of october i will be celebrating a decade of mensuration![not sure ruefully or not]10 yrs ago, this day i went plyuck and not just red in the face!!well it's been a long 'period' of upheavels and downfalls since i called divya and wept like a girl for an hour that i have attained puberty and she laughed her arse off!!....it took a few years to figure out that i am not touched in the head but its something as outlandish as PMS.the rushes of endorphins coupled with suicidal tendencies and anger that evened each other out in a span of 24 hours...womanhood is hard earned..i dont disagree when the blokes say we are highly complicated..but i can bet my big south indian arse that they wont survive a single 28 day cycle[32 for some]...

P.S-i am at the peak of my fertility and having kids n raising them continues to grosse me out and i still think a man in full frontal nudity looks funnny and far from turning on!!

there is more to come..need to gather my thoughts a bit!!!

cheers