I really don't like hot weather. It makes me grumpy and lazy and ... um ... hot. Like today, on the el. I'm coming home from a sclerotherapy treatment (possibly my last). I'm not feeling especially attractive -- the post-treatment support hose don't help.
A guy had fallen asleep on the train. He was wearing a tank top that showed off well-toned arms in the sweetest tan color. My first thought was, "I wonder how his tattoo would taste?" I shocked myself. But not as much as I'd shock him if he was awakened by a pudgy old stranger licking his tattoo on the train!
These are the thoughts and observations of me — a woman of a certain age. (Oh, my, God, I'm 65!) I'm single. I'm successful enough (independent, self supporting). I live just outside Chicago, the best city in the world. I'm an aunt and a friend. I feel that voices like mine are rather underrepresented online or in print. So here I am. If my musings resonate with you, please visit my blog again sometime.
I, too, hate hot weather. Have I mentioned that before?
ReplyDeleteWhat a funny image you created for me with the tattoo licking.
Hm, do tattoo's have a certain taste to them? Guess I missed out on that particular experiment with the ex.
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