This Fish Needs A Bicycle

faint

Fainted the first time J kissed me.

Ok, did not faint exactly. But nearly. Face got so hot, knees so weak and head so light that had to sit down on nearest flat surface. Happened to be the bed. How handy. Blamed sudden inability to remain vertical on cocktails. In truth, had been sipping same cocktail for last hour thinking, 'stay sober. will want to remember this.' Irrational fit of dizziness did not phase J who leaned in closer and noted, "You have a freckle on your lip." Oh, indeed. Do have freckle on bottom lip, and J's charm in pointing it out only added to dizzy spell. On big, soft bed with walking, talking, made-for-This-Fish Chemistry Set, don't remember having any thoughts except several on how pleasant fainting had become.

When beautiful Js hand found string of v. scanty thong, and did not move further, thought (apparently out loud) what a gentleman of bicycle was making out with. "Don't worry. I won't go where I'm not invited." Wanted to show other unique places on body with freckles, but did not (though J found one on ear also to his liking). Am good girl. Did not do any inappropriate inviting at time. Am kicking self now.

Feeling faintish now... must go for walk and think about uninspiring things. Like work. Monkey job. Ah, there. Back to reality.

Posted by This Fish at August 7, 2002 12:14 PM