"Who's that girl?"

You know those women who can walk out the door looking fresh-faced and gorgeous and get howled at no matter what?
And you know us real women, who wash our faces, brush our teeth, spritz on perfume, wear our prettiest outfits, and still only have a fifty-fifty chance of getting stared/whistled at?
I've apparently had one of those mornings where I was suddenly, without my consent, transformed into one of those unreal automatically beautiful women. I walked out the door wearing a floral-printed black sundress, flesh-colored stockings, leather ankle-boots, no makeup, my hair all wavy--and for some ungodly reason, every man I walked past stared at me, starting with my feet, then slowly working their eyes up and lingering at the short flared skirt. And the women were giving me dirty jealous looks! I actually got a lil paranoid (what, is the skirt too short? do I have something on my face? is my hair all frizzy?) You know that clicking sound a rider gives to a horse to make it start walking? I got that too, followed by several "Hey, baby" comments. I mean, what the hell? I certainly didn't feel supremely gorgeous. I got to work, went into the bathroom, brushed my teeth and washed my face for a second time. Then I realized what it probably was: I had this glow. Must have been the sex last night. My lips were pouty, my eyes sparkled, and I just looked like I was floating. And here I thought it was due to the shea butter and the Max-Lip glosses.
(I love Maxi-Lip. It's this European discovery of a palmityl oligopeptide that works to increase blood flow to the lips, but without irritation like vitamins B6 and B3 or cinnamon oil. Apparently, if you use it for six weeks straight, your lips become permanently pouty and blowjobby. I got mine from Soaphies.com called Crease Release. It kicks ass.)
But the sex had been good last night. Spoon-style, hard-hitting, sweet comforting sex. I'd had a hideous stress headache that no amount of hot water, massage, Tylenol, or Valerian could cure. Sex makes most everything better.
Ha, look at me. I'm still glowing. Well, shit. Thank you, Adam. I love you lots.

Update on the puppy

As it turns out, the secretary who rescued the wounded puppy was indeed able to pay for the broken leg. The poor thing had been sitting there for a whole week before anyone would even look at it! Lisa told me that she would sign the papers allowing her to foster the puppy until she could hand it over to someone else, since she lives in an apartment and didn't think it was an appropriate place for a puppy. I told her to keep me updated. But for anyone interested, it's a female 6-month-old border collie mix. Lisa says it has a very sweet disposition. It's in PG county now, in Forestville. But at least it's safe.

Ooh, shiny...

Verbatim me...how nice.


You are an Amethyst. You are quiet and tend to be
shy. You don't like attention to be pointed
towards you, yet your beauty and uniqueness
draw people to you.


What Jewel Are You?
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