Cocaine Princess here.
I was up late one night, no thanks to Mr. Sandman and while scrolling through my awesome blog entries I realized I hadn’t posted Part 6: I Giggled......Perhaps I Shouldn't Have? What can I say other than oopsie. I realize part 6 should have been posted weeks ago but I’ve been a little busy. Fashion Never Sleeps! To review, I left my lovelies hanging with this edge of a seat cliff~hanger:
I texted her {Valentina} back. My phone was lying in my lap. I was texting with one hand and eating with my other. Yes it’s true, the Princess can multi~task.
RE: “Are u done yet? & What r they like?”
--No, still eating & sister's friends are ok.
Just as I was about to hit Send I stopped. Why you ask? Well my lovelies, I felt someone playing footsies with me under the table.
Part 6: Flirting or Being Playful?
I looked up to see who it was. All three-- sister, the wife and the husband were staring at me. Okay, I think it’s safe to say I could scratch sister off the list so that just left the couple who each had a wide eyed look and a smile on their face. Oh boy! I let out a nervous chuckle as I tried to determine which out of the two it was. Was it the wife? If so I wasn’t too sure how I would break the news to her I wasn’t interested.
“I’m flattered but I don’t swing that way,” had a nice let down ring to it.
If it was the husband:
To quote Austin Powers “Oh behave!”
Hmm, perhaps I was making something out of nothing. Whoever it was could it be they were just being playful?
Question: Is playing footsies considered flirting or just good old fashioned fun?
While pondering this serious question it happened again. Seriously I was beginning to get a little ticked off! I was wearing open~toed stiletto sandals and I was concerned the polish on my pedicure tootsies were getting scuffed and......
this time the individual wasn't shy in letting me know who they were.
To Be Continued.
My lovelies, I'm going to have to stop here. I'm beyond exhausted from lack of sleep yet I'm too tired to fall asleep. Does that make sense? I'm blogging this entry on my laptop and for all I know I could be dreaming that I posted this or maybe I am awake. Who knows?
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My loyal and dear readers it's finally Friday.
Whatever your plans are have a fabulous 1st weekend of October. ~x
XOXOXOXO,
Cocaine Princess
8 comments:
Well, pooT!!!!
Who was it?!?!?!?! :op
I hope you have a great weekend as well!!!!!
~shoes~
Red Shoes at 8:23,
Stayed tuned for next Friday's post.
I SHALL wait... ;o)
~shoes~
Hi Princess,
As to the husband query, the foremost question should be was it yours or was it your sister's. In the first case, consider it a miracle. In the second one: I don't know what to do or what to say.
Something else: here is an article about fashion designed by females. Here is the link.
http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/magazine-15088308
I prefer. Half of the male fashion designers seem to belong to a degenerate male species and I can't help thinking they hate women, trying to make them look either ugly, or strange or both.
Who could have invented this strange catwalk stride, one leg in front of the other, making the girls look like underfed two-leg-elephants.
Cheers
Georg
Red Shoes at 10:35,
Thanks for your patience!
Thanks for the article.
Hi Georg at 8:36,
The walk you are refering to is called the "runway walk," and involves walking with one foot in front of the other. Many female designers insist their models walk this way. However, Donatella Versace insists her models use the “Versace walk.” It’s kind of a va-va-voom and shake it walk, much more feminine.
This story is going on way too long, I already had you in bed with the pair two posts ago ;)
Bathwater at 6:59,
I'm blushing.....and giggling.
A misunderstanding??
I mean the amount of times I've kicked the wrong person under the table...
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