NE met up with me last night for a dinner and movie; on the way to dinner I asked her what she thought of my writing. Two comments stuck out. The first was that it was interesting for her to see a side of me in my blog-entries that she had only seen in my other, less public, writing. I can see the truth in that. She has mentioned, often, that she never knows what is going on in my mind during a scene. When I told her about my blog, it was with the intent that this question be at least partially answered.
The second comment was that I seem ‘full of myself’ in my writing here.
Well, yes. I most certainly am.
“Aren’t I all that, though?”
She looked at me, her blonde hair partially obscuring her face, “Well, yes, but…”
I’m not able to take control and assert myself by being shy. This is one particular area I have complete confidence in; oh, I make mistakes. But I also know that there are few mistakes, if any, that I cannot recover from. And I’m always learning. I don’t know it all and I like it that way – discovering new ways to tease, to play. To please and be pleased. Yes, months may go by between scenes and if I don’t pay attention, my skills can get rusty. But as a rule…I’m just becoming increasingly more dangerous.
There was a third comment. I’m not a big coffee person, preferring tea or hot chocolate. She insists that real men drink coffee, with the implication being that by not being a big fan of it, I am less manly. Now I ask you, does coffee really make the man?
Wench. If I hadn’t been driving, she would have found herself in a lot of trouble.