Welcome to ”Kitty in the City”, your local insight into the big wide world of intimacy and romance in the Big Avocado. We will explore everything that seems to be on the minds of the single, married, married and could be single, single and thinking about married, married since 1492, etc. Are you getting the picture? It would be nice to think we are more than trained seals that swim around and around in crystal blue pools of DNA when our bodies have decided what to do with us. Do we have more true choices standing in line at a deli ordering a sandwich? Or perhaps the menu has gotten out of control, and since when do we make smart choices for ourselves when out to eat? It is usual to be seduced by what sounds good over what is good for you. Tiramisu isn’t exactly the stuff of life, but it is tall, dark and handsome.
Look how many places in our life we let others do the choosing for us. We take tests that other people have created to find out the best possible career for us. Of course the beach isn’t really a career and a little guidance is a good thing. Other people (not counting your 10 year old daughter or Jessica Simpson) can usually dress you better than you can. Maybe other people could order up a dish that would sustain you for an excellent duration of romantic contentment. “He is smart, handsome and savvy. Well read and easy to read. Truthful and mindful. Humor goes a long way, as long as he has progressed beyond Chevy Chase . He is comfortable being gazed upon with the sparkling eyes of lust, love or the classic combination plate of both. Looks good in a towel”. Alright, I added the last part. Not the peanut gallery who I have voted to do a better job, because they know that even though I don’t like yellow, wear it well. People, the TOWEL part counts! Like extra sour cream with your enchilada. I need it.
When hunting the pure joy of lasting love it seems the very chase cancels out what is rational, written with a Sharpie in fact, so it won’t be denied on the must do list of life. Is it such pure and decadent luxury to revel in the possibilities? Is it an insane hunger, the need itself that is the hunt? We try to make peace with the wait, of now, of every moment, and for a short duration we can convince ourselves that it is part of what we seek. Forget it baby, the persistent call of desire quenches the small and pathetic smoldering fire of carefully orchestrated calm. It is DNA soup and therefore we all get to stand in line and order and reorder until we get it right. I plan to be up all night now, so I’ll have the Tiramisu and a double espresso please. And bring it in a towel.
Have a naughty day!
~Miss Kitty
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