and I know you snarky lurkers (you know who you are) feel a cringe binge coming on when you hear me say it, but honestly…..I’ve tried to be sexy and delicious on repeated occasions, with deep sincerity of soul and body….all cylinders thrusting metaphorically (just swat those visuals out of your mind if you please). But you know…..trying just a little harder than I need to but not hard enough to feel like a complete fake.

Really

If you’ve been so unlucky to be on the receiving end of these you can probably confirm what I’m saying.  I’ve tried to be subtle and vague, I’ve tried to be subdued and eye lash batting, but it usually crumbles instantly into torrents of mangled but sincere uncomfortable monologues.  I’m shit at expressing deep feelings about anything, and god forbid to your face. 

Some people just aren’t crafted for subtle beauty and textured innuendos and beguiling manners. 

Me for example. But I think I’m finally getting used to it. I am a silly simple dimple lady. 

Well that’s that.

I hope you’re snug tonight.  And I’m thinking of you, well, sort of, if only I knew you were thinking of me. 

And tonight I am perched on my kitchen counter making rice balls and drinking rum spiced with cardamom and cinnamon bark that I’ve crushed in a mortar with cane sugar and caramelized by torching it with a drop of rum and a touch of a lighter on a spoon.  Bada-bing!  I’m rolling the steamy hot rice balls in black sesame seeds and crushed sea salt & waiting for alcohol to hit me.