Never mention purple, again...

I had a Prince lovefest, Friday night. It was the first time, in a long time where I let myself go, and just enjoyed me. I like to have moments alone where I can contemplate, talk to myself, and just laugh at my total lack of seriousness. Let's just say, purple panties broadcasted over Instant Messenger does not a conversation make.

Go ahead, laugh, I know you know what I'm talking about, RyderBoi55...

Searching to find the one...

In my quest to find Mr. Right, Wonderful, and Employed, I found the Steward. In these meetings, I tend to be honest and very real. Nothing is held back. Sometimes I find men think this trait I call a quality very intimidating. I don't know why. Society dictates women should be demure, feminine, and docile. Those words don't dwell in my vernacular. I don't know how to be rescued, because I'm emancipating myself. No dame in danger here. I like being in control. I like calling the shots. I like having my say without anyone to question my motives. Is that the reason why I wander the world alone? Could this be the reason why my friends rather me be their sister than their lover? The whole girlie attitude is my enemy in my mind right now. I'm strong, competent and ambitious. Are these attributes only deserved by distinguished men with cigars hanging from a bottom lip, exuding ultra bravado? Nah, let's just call my conduct, braggadocia....

Come fly the friendly skies...

The Steward is nice. He's a breath of fresh air in the middle of smog. Can I say that? He's a country boy, with country charm. He's a welcome distraction from my melodramatic soap opera, right now. Let's just see how this goes.

Hello, it's me...

This weekend has been one of great moments. I've gotten a chance to revisit my roots, and plant new ones. I've been loved by my family. I've been lusted after for 10 minutes, and I've been dubbed the Pimpstresse of the night. Whatever that means. After the Programmer replaced my comfort zone with utter disdain, I thought I'd never recover. A friend mentioned my current mind state as one from the Magnificent Seven. I'm clutching for flies I'll never catch. I don't like flies. In my quiet moments of love, I've found me again. It was almost like my picture was on a milk carton. I've lost myself in this debacle I called healing. It's good to have me home again. I've missed me.

Welcome back, Lionesse...