Who said romance is dead?
Oh, it was me.
Ever since my libido moved to Florida, there’s been none in my life…not even a healthy flirt since, you need its presence when you’re femme fataling it in any capacity.
It’s like a cheerleader with pom-poms screaming, go team go, as you vamp and tramp with some unsuspecting guy who’s just trying to read his paper.
That said…
I’ve accepted my sexual retirement with a great deal of magnanimity, now knowing how the oldest bunny at the Playboy Club must feel trading in her cleavage for the job of being in charge of the hutch.
Not that I had any cleavage to trade, but you get the gist.
I actually met a retired bunny once…Tiffany…call me Tiff…was her name, who was still very attractive, but did look like a wrinkled centerfold, no pun intended.
But I’m going off point, as they say.
When these beautiful flowers arrived and happened to be my favorites…pale pink tea roses, long, loose, unarranged, dancing in their pretty paper like showgirls waiting in the wings…
with no card…I knew it was someone who knows me, and well,
racking my brains, the few I have left, trying to figure out who it could be.
Hicks is out, for obvious reasons, and there is that Englishman who should be brought up on heartbreaking charges.
Wish the Senate would vote on that.
But as an actor, he’s too vain to do anything anonymously since he’d be in the lobby like a sleek seal, reciting Hamlet for the doormen.
So, here I sit with the Rockettes kicking up their stems on my coffee table, pondering their purchaser who forbid the florist to reveal his identity.
Better place a call to my libido and tell her to get her ass back here…just in case.
“Hello Lib, are ya there? Pick up! Whaddya mean she’s by the pool.” 🙂
SB
A mystery!!!!
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That remains…unsolved.
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“In charge of the hutch…” still laughing. Brilliant stuff Susannah. Many thanks. 🙂
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But it’s true. The eldest gets demoted as she ages to become the head bunny that looks after the younger ones. Hippity hop
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It’s the cycle of life; old as the hills and true for bunnies and bunny girls alike. For it is written “it is better to have flounced and lost, than never to have flounced at all”.
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Would look great embroidered on a pillow. 🙂
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Should have said “posed” or “stripped” or even “fawned” instead of “flounced”.
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We like flounced. We like all F words. 🙂
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Don’t tempt me!
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🙂
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They sound lovely, Susannah. And you are still inspiring mystery admirers, I’m impressed! Now it’s going to drive you nuts trying to figure out who it is.
As for aging out of the hoppy family, my mother and her best friend had a great saying between them, “We may be old, fat, and wrinkling, but at least we can say we once were …”
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Yeah well…I try not to dwell on things I cannot change. I’m not about to pretend I’m younger or spryer. I’ve earned his stage of my life. As for those mystery petals, they may just remain a mystery. Have a nice weekend Skinny, and thank you always, for your faithfulness.
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The flowers sound gorgeous!!! That being said, I need answers.
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Agatha Christie with the top down. You’re so funny.
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My libido saw your libido at the pool bar in the Bahamas. She had a drink with an umbrella in it and was eyeing the lifeguard. What a nice surprise to get. Isn’t it funny that we need to know where they come from? It’s almost like we are afraid to enjoy them just in case they come from someone not worthy.
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That’s not it. One, they are so beautiful and perfect in every way. I’d like to know who went to so trouble for me. It’s an unusual event you see, so I can’t help being curious
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I would be curious too.
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It’s comforting to think our libidos are together painting the town. 🙂
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You deserve the flowers, Susannah. I laughed aloud at what you wrote!!
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That’s good because if I remember correctly, last time I made you cry. Sigh
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How wonderful! The flowers…not so much the mystery surrounding them. Although, that is rather exciting. I wonder if you will ever know who they came from. You will tell if you find out, right?
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Teddy’s mother is so funny. Yes, of course I will, though no one has come forth as yet. I actually, after getting nowhere on the phone, went in person to the florist who delivered them who said, madam, I am sworn to secrecy. He really said that. I felt like Mary Astor in The Maltese Falcon.
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This piece is so quintessentially Susannah. Love it. 🙂
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We still don’t know who it was. Maybe it’s a good thing. Am not feeling very amorous if indeed they were the start of a good woo, but they sure were pretty.
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Everyone should have their choosing on whether their libido flourishes or flops. It’s wonderful to have the feelings, but often a mess to act on them. Me, I prefer mine intact, though about every 1 1/2 months for several days, I would just as well have it relax…
You, my Dear, I would still like to meet. It would be a shame about your libido, but then I would have a reason for the probable rejection…not so bad then.
Scott
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We like all F words. It’s wonderful to take the feelings, but often a mussiness to human action on them.
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Love the word mussiness. Never heard it before…:)
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