I had a visitor last night. A tall, handsome man with sharp eyes and tongue. He came in a fast car and wore a long coat. Billy Sue attacked and I encouraged her but within moments he knelt and asked her to come. She's too easy. She went straight to him.
Having a visitor proved to be more of an experience than I thought. I know how to tidy up a bit, to prepare a meal, to include activities which may interest my guest. Yet I didn't expect all the advice headed my way.
Don't shave your legs, it'll keep you from having sex.
And I thought, if I really wanted to have sex then no amount of stubble would hold me back.
Don't have sex, it'll make you easy.
And I thought, but what does it make him?
Put on some make-up, wear something nice. Go glam up.
And I actually stood in front of the person and asked, but don't I look okay already?
Then the last two pieces of advice.
Don't overthink it, Shea.
I won't, sweet Charlie.
You are fabulous just the way you are, do whatever you wanna do.
I will, Kim.
And it was nice. Beautiful in fact to share a meal and a stimulating conversation with a brilliant man who is not afraid of who he is and is more than willing to tell you.
Thank you, Adam. I look forward to hearing and reading more.