Shall I tell you something of my body? The clothes I wear or don't wear? The car I drive? Pets or not? Where I live or what I eat? Who or what moves me?
Shall I tell you of my politics or spiritual practices? That I love bookstores and books and reading?
Shall I tell you of my life's journey or that I learned to Rollerblade 2 weeks ago and fell and broke my ass? Which is way better than being broke ass.
Shall I tell you that a certain jazz music with horns makes me close my eyes and sigh, "just throw me down and......."
How do I know what to tell you that will get me past this 1st hurdle? Do I want to get past this 1st hurdle? Dunno.
Am I just blathering on right now and your eyes have glazed over?
What to say....what to say...
Shall I tell you that I really am who I say I am ....and more? I really do look like my photo.
Shall I tell you that I am more elegant and sensual than my photo shows?
Shall I tell you that I love the smell of the desert after a rainstorm....the sun on my face in winter...quiet mountain tops....the peaceful rhythm of the surf? I love the feel of warm night air moving across my bare shoulders. I ride my own motorcycle and find being out on the road for days...lovely. A meditation.
Shall I just tell you my idea of a perfect Sunday morning? 5 newspapers, good creamy sweet coffee....eggs with freshly chopped parsley and chives, softly scrambled in butter....chopped tomato and wheat toast on the side....and most of all...someone to slouch against.... sharing amusing or outrageous or interesting bits of news...