Stiletto Diaries

We had a fairly quiet weekend here at Chez Gibson.  On Saturday morning V was so kind as to watch the children so that Jack and I could go out for brunch.  We decided to drive to Mississuga to have dim sum at one of our favorite places.  The food was great, we both had a good night sleep so we felt fantastic, it was a really wonderful way to get the weekend started.

After trying almost a dozen different dishes, we’d had our fill.  The restaurant is located in an Asian mall, so we went next door to look for Vietnamese coffee filters.  I’ve been trying to find some for weeks, and wouldn’t you know it, we found them in the Asian grocery store, so I bought two, along with chicory coffee and some sweetened condensed milk.

We made a stop at Lowe’s on our way out of the city to pick up some bins for my arts and crafts room, which is finally starting to come together, hopefully in time for Christmas so that V and the kids and I have a place to make Christmas cards and gifts.  I do a lot of crafty type things: scrap-booking, quilting, sewing, etc, so we are using one of the bedrooms exclusively for my projects and supplies, and it’s one of the last rooms in the house that needs to be properly set up.

A package of rubber-tipped, plastic clothes pins was also aquired ;)  More on those some other day perhaps!

After we arrived at home, V and I decided to try out the new coffee filters.  She was the one who introduced me to Vietnamese coffee some years ago, so we were pretty pumped to be able to make it at home!

We got everything set up, filled the filters with the chicory coffee, poured a few tablespoons of sweetened condensed milk into our cups, and then poured hot water into the little brewers.

Vietnamese coffee is most commonly served over ice, although you can drink it hot if you prefer.  I got out two big mugs and filled them with ice cubes and once our coffee was done brewing, we stirred it up with the milk and poured it into the mugs of ice.

It was pretty good for our first attempt, although a little on the strong side.  Next time I’ll use a little less coffee to the same amount of water.

402. Make Vietnamese coffee

Speaking of list items, I only have 14 more things to do in 2008!  You might remember some months back I created a mini-list of 50 things I wanted to cross off before the end of this year, and now I’m well over half way there.

Over the weekend I also managed to finish reading one of the books on my list.  Different Loving is a wonderful book for people who are curious about kink and different fetishes and why people are attracted to aspects of the lifestyle.  This is not a ‘How To’ book, but a more objective look at the varieties of play that fall under the BDSM umbrella, and the appeal of each kind.  It’s heavy on the personal anecdotes, and each chapter includes several interviews with people who practice fetishism and kink.

361. Read Different Loving by William Brame & Gloria Brame

Saturday evening was spent relaxing, drinking wine, and watching movies together.  We drank three bottles between us, and then V and I shared a fourth bottle after Jack went to bed, so needless to say we were pretty far gone.  It was a lot of fun, although neither of us felt very spectacular on Sunday morning, LOL.

Jack let me sleep late, and once I got up and had some coffee, he and I went to work on his office.  We finished putting together the second filing cabinet in there and then sat down to tackle the mountain of papers which needed to be sorted and filed.

We got rid of our old desk and filing cabinet when we moved from Ontario, and since then we’ve totally reconstructed our filing methods, but all of our old papers (which were cleaned out of the former filing cabinet) hadn’t been sorted into the new system yet.  There were also piles of old bills and other paper work which needed to be shredded, since we only keep 5 years of records on hand and then shred the previous years as we have the time.

After supper Jack decided he’d had enough of the office, and V ran out to rent a movie and bring us ice cream (she’s such a sweetie!) so we all settled in to watch Made Of Honor.  Since I was still feeling motivated I hauled a whole pile of arts and crafts stuff down to the living room so that I could sort and reorganize it.  Most of those things haven’t been touched in nearly three years, since I never did get my hobby room set up in the last house, which we’d only just moved into around the time that this blog was started.

It felt really good to be so productive, and by the time the movie was over (which was really great, if you like chick flicks) I was finished shorting a good deal of my craft supplies.

My friend from Alberta is arriving on Thursday and I can hardly wait for her to get here!  We have a lot of plans for her visit, and I can’t wait to show her the house and take her on a tour of Toronto.  I’ve been looking forward to her visit for months, since we’ve been planning it since the spring time!

I have to take my laptop in this week as well, since the monitor is starting to go.  I’m hoping it’s just a loose connection or something.  As much as I would love to buy a new laptop right now, I can think of a lot of better ways to spend that much money.  So far everyone I have asked is urging me to get a MacBook, but I don’t think that MSN Messenger is compatible, and I’m not sure how it will work with some of the other programs I use, so I’m still not settled on what exactly to get.  Thoughts?  I currently have a Toshiba Satellite, it’s my second Toshiba laptop and overall I am happy with it, since I really don’t need anything fancy.  I don’t do much with my computer besides blogging, chatting, and photo management, so my requirements are that it be fast online, support MSN messenger, and have some good photo editing software available.  I have an external hard drive, so it doesn’t need to have a ton of memory included.  Help!

Also, congratulations to Jupiter, whom I selected at random to recieve the bottle of lubricant as well as some other fun goodies.  Keep an eye out for other give-aways in the near future

*Title Courtesy Of My Spam Folder

Friday morning was nice and relaxing.  Padme and I shared coffee and had a nice long talk.  It was so wonderful having our morning coffee together, face to face.  We sat at my kitchen table and just chatted away, like we’d done it dozens of times before.  I hadn’t been sure how easily our ‘online’ friendship would translate into real life, but in my opinion it was totally comfortable and relaxed.

We’d planned for homemade margaritas and hot oil fondue that evening, so off to the grocery store we went.  I picked up seafood and meat and some veggies, plus canola oil and tempura batter mix.  We made a stop at the LCBO for tequila, and I grabbed some vodka and gin for the following evening as well.  She and I planned to have some drinks at the hotel before going out (since we planned to take our time getting ready and it’s cheaper than the bar anyway).

Padme had no idea that I’d scheduled her tattoo appointment for later that  evening.  I’d made all the arrangements and picked out a design for her, and somehow managed to keep it all a secret.  I informed her that we would be leaving at around 4pm for Thrive Studios, so that she could get her new ink.  The look on her face was priceless, and I knew she was going to be a nervous mess.

She sat at my breakfast bar and we chatted while I cut up pork loin and chicken breast into bite-sized pieces for later that night.  I just love fondue, but we don’t have them too often since it’s more of a social, group activity.

At the appointed hour we drove out to Cambridge and parked at the shop.  While we waited for her artist to get ready, I had Jesse quickly change out the jewelry in my double labret piercing.  They always put extra long ‘posts’ in to begin with, so there is room for swelling.  Once the risk of infection has decreased (they tend to act up most when they are fresh and more vulnerable) then shorter posts can be put in.

I had the kids with me for the first part of her session, so I wasn’t able to sit with her.  Jack came and fetched them as soon as he possibly could, so I got to see her get the coloring done, which basically took just as long as the outline and shading.

Even though I’ve got a couple of tattoos myself, and many of my friends are sporting some body art, I’ve never actually seen someone getting it done in person (save for a few moments while walking through a tattoo shop).  I’d been curious about really sharing the experience with someone, since I know how intense it can be for me, which is why I’d put it on my bucket list:

375. Watch someone get a tattoo

Padme seemed really thrilled with it all.  She loved the design I picked out for her, and her artist was so talented.  He made sure she took a few breathers, which I’m sure she appreciated.  I remember how really painful my first tattoo was, right on the spine in the middle of my back.  Still, totally worth it, and I think she left feeling the same way about hers.

The endorphin rush lasted most of the evening for her, which just made me smile.  Every time I get something done, I feel high for hours afterwards.

She managed to eat some at supper, and really enjoyed the strawberry margaritas we made.  I think I’ve finally mastered the right proportions with our margarita maker, since they were super yummy and went very well with the fondue.

For those of you that don’t know, fondue takes quite a long time as far as meals go.  Essentially you are cooking very small pieces of meat and vegetables in hot oil, one at a time, which requires a bit of patience.  The process is slow, but overall I think you eat less because your body has time to feel full, and it’s easier to avoid eating waaaay too much.

After we finished eating and drinking Padme and I wanted to round up some of our things for our night in Toronto.  I gave her a tour of my toy collection, which she seemed to enjoy.  There was one toy in particular, which I have not reviewed here yet, that she was very enamoured with.  I decided to let her give it a go, you know, in the name of getting a ’second opinion’ as it were.  She was quite thrilled with it, and seemed to enjoy herself very, very much.  Watch for that review in the coming weeks

The tequila and the orgasm and the excitement of the day seemed to tire her out, and after I tucked her in, I drug myself up to bed as well.  Getting a good nights sleep was very important, since we had a ton of plans for Saturday and would certainly need the energy.

Wild Weekend Posts:

Day 1

Day 2

Day 3

Day 4

Day 5

I started to write a post here earlier today, but it just seemed lame and not at all interesting to anyone but myself. So, I deleted it and now I am grasping for something to write because blogging has become something of a ritual for me and when I go too long without it, I start to feel a little crazy. You know, more than I usually do.

Have I mentioned that I haven’t even had a cup of coffee yet today?

Why is that you ask? Well I am out of cream and I just can’t bring myself to pour regular milk into my cup. A very sick child prevented me from simply nipping ’round to the store to get some cream. Then I though “Hmmmm, maybe I could just do without it today…I mean, it’s not like I’m an addict or anything. Not like I’ll curl up in a corner and mumble about organic shade-grown dark roast goodness while I drool and rock back and forth. I can go without coffee…I’ve done it before…for like, 3 hours even, that one time, way back in ‘93 I think it was…” See how bad my sentence structure and grammar were just there? That happens in my brain all the time. I just pretty it up on here for you guys, since my thoughts never include commas or periods.

So, in other words, the day has been ridiculous and mostly useless. I wandered around for a while. Ate some stuff. Collected all of my sex toys from the dressers, bathroom towel bar, under the bed, and from the recesses of my attache case, and piled them up in one place. Then I sorted, bagged, and organized them into the two 31 gallon storage lockers I have for holding such things. Yes, I bag my sex toys. Individually, in re-sealable bags, with labels. IT KEEPS THEM CLEAN OK! Plus some toys will leech color and other chemicals into each other if they are touching, and then there is the degradation of some jelly and rubber toys over time, and you know what, just call me a freak.

Once that was finished I made a couple of phone calls that needed making, and then started fishing for blog post ideas again.

My weekend was crazy busy. Nia and I spent most of it holed up in various parts of the house, doing our best to get more paint on the walls than we did on ourselves, or the ceiling. I am stiff and sore today, but it feels good to finally be making this house more my own. Generic paint colors make me feel so…plain, totally NOT myself.

This seems to be the month of Getting Stuff Done so I likely won’t be blogging as heavily as I sometimes do. Luckily I have a whole pile of reviews waiting to be posted, so you shall not be bored in my quasi absence.

The Peripheral Males are also still on the radar, just no time these days for dates. I’ve promised all of them that I will somehow make some time for coffee or drinks or whatever. I’m keeping my fingers crossed that Mr. Latent Dominant Tendencies (not his official blog name, HA HA) works out, even if the others don’t, because I’d really like to have someone to play with and go to kink events with. He seems the best match at this moment, but who knows what he’s like in real life.

I hope everyone has a good week. This has been the longest Monday of my life! Thank the Gods it’s almost over…

Disappointment is a funny thing. You can only feel disappointed if you’ve set yourself up for such things through beliefs and expectations. I’m fond of saying that expectations are dumb, and are the fastest route to general unhappiness.

For the most part I make a very conscious effort to avoid expectations. I realize that sometimes it happens without a lot of thought, but really, I do my best not to have them.

Last night I somehow slipped, formed an expectation in the back of my mind, and as a result was thoroughly and completely disappointed.

I don’t feel like getting into details, but lets just say a last minute get together did not go at all like I had wanted it to. This wouldn’t have been so terrible had the result not been a bit of a blow to my ego.

Other than that, the weekend was brilliant. I got to have coffee with my friend Rob, who wrote that excellent book I reviewed some months ago. We swapped stories over lattes in Starbucks, discussing writing and relationships and the party I’ve mentioned here (which he will be attending, along with his lovely girlfriend).

We eventually had to bid each other a good day, since I had other commitments. It was a lovely way to start off Sunday at any rate.

Off to Miri’s house for diner lunch and coffee, followed by relationship discussion and much venting about males and how inconvenient they often are. We snuggled some, since she was nursing a hangover and I was nursing my slighted pride. It was good to have a girls bitch session and some fairly innocent cuddling

Around supper time I figured I’d better head home. I hadn’t slept well at all (I rarely do in unfamiliar places) and it was a long haul back to our house. Reluctantly I wished her a good evening and off I went. Thank god for Tim Horton’s and satellite radio.

Self-inflicted disappointments aside, it was a pretty alright weekend. My period is starting today, and I didn’t have ANY PMS, thanks to my regular working out and drinking lots of water. I’m going to keep on my gym schedule this week, and I have a waxing appointment on Saturday, which is always more painful around this time, but I can take it.

Blogging may be light for the next week or so. I bought paint for our house interior over the weekend, which means I will be spending a lot of my time scantily clad with a roller in my hand. I like to paint in my underwear. Perhaps I will grace you with photos.

February is almost over, which hopefully means spring is upon us. I’ve had enough of the snow. On to the nice weather!

It feels like I’ve had a lot going on this week, until I actually stop and think about it, and then I start wondering, “What the hell have I been so busy with?”

Monday was a holiday here in Ontario; their first ever Family Day long weekend. Family Day is luxury I’d been accustomed to in Alberta for as long as I can remember. We went out for breakfast as a family, lounged about in the afternoon, and then went out for supper as well. It completely threw off my regular schedule however, and so today only feels like Tuesday, which means I feel behind in my week already. Not that I am complaining about the extra day with Jack

Nia and I have been hitting the gym four times a week now, which seems to eat up at least a couple of hours on those days. It feels so good to be working out again. I needed to get out of the house this evening, so I treated myself to a new yoga mat and some sexy workout gear. One can never have too many good sports bras or lycra booty shorts.

This weekend I have a couple of dates lined up. Sunday I am having coffee with a friend who I’ve mentioned here before, but who has not been assigned a name as of yet. I did photos for her one Saturday afternoon not long ago, and we’ve hit it off quite excellently. I shall call her Miri, which means ‘mine’ and you can read into that however you will *sly wink*.

Afterwards, I am getting together with Nelek, for coffee and more lascivious things. Due to circumstances beyond my control, I likely won’t be able to spend any time with him again until well into March. Thus, I am going to make the most of Sunday, as they say.

Today was spent indoors, tidying the house while I listened to episodes of Polyamory Weekly on my iPod Touch (a generous Christmas gift from that fabulous husband of mine). Nothing like being elbow-deep in dishwater while Minx purrs on about responsible non-monogamy. She may yet inspire me to try doing a podcast of my own.

Before I leave off for the evening and crawl into bed with Jack, I have a favour to ask! I need some dare suggestions for an adult party. I know I’ve asked for this before, but this time I need them to be short and easily applied to a group of people who don’t know each other well. We’re going to be writing them on slips of paper and giving one to each guest at random. We’ve got things like “Show some skin” and “Introduce yourself to an attractive stranger” but I need quite a few more. So, think about going to a sexy adult party where you might not know anyone all that well. What sorts of dares would you like to see people do? What would you be willing to do? Leave me some comments please

After the complete flop that was Loki (he was totally non-committal as far as getting together went and I only had patience for that the first week) I decided not to mention new guys, and waste perfectly good names on them, until something had actually come of it.

So, last night I had a date with a new guy, who I’ve been chatting to for a week or two. He’s not exactly local (he’s an hour and a half away) but close enough that we can hang out once or twice a month I think. Plus we can meet in the middle or he can come out here.

He’s younger than me, only 21, which doesn’t seem like a lot since I am only 25, yet I feel a bit like a Mrs. Robinson**. Perhaps because I’ve already lived through an awful lot of experiences in that short time. He seems fairly innocent, which I’ll admit makes him greatly appealing. Not because I want to corrupt him (ok maybe a little) but because that wide-eyed wonder reminds me that there are still plenty of discoveries to be made.

Before I get into the details of our evening out, he gets a name. Nia lent me a book about choosing names based on astrology and personality types. The guy in question is a Taurus (the highest match for my Virgo self, LOL) and so I’ve decided to christen him Nelek, which means ‘horn’ because it’s amusing, and pretty suitable in my opinion.

Anyway, all of that taken care of, on to the good stuff!

Nelek and I had arranged to meet in his city and then have coffee together and hang out. I made it very clear that I didn’t want to attach any expectations to this date because of my personal rule regarding not putting out on the first date. Really, I prefer the initial meeting to be about getting to know each other, without any pressure or presumptions about sex. He agreed with me on all points, and so a time and place was solidified.

Although I had written out directions for myself, I still got lost, and ended up on his doorstep half an hour late. He told me later that he had assumed I was standing him up. I generally do not go into strangers houses, however, his older female roommate was sitting right there and I had to go pee so bad I couldn’t stand it. He let me in to use his bathroom, and to snorgle his adorable lab puppy.

We drove over to the nearest Tim Horton’s and grabbed a coffee and a seat. The conversation was light and entertaining, and he was certainly easy on the eyes. We seemed to hit it off, and had plenty of things to say. There were no awkward silences, which was a bonus.

Eventually the conversation became a little racy for the crowd at Tim’s and we decided we’d better relocate before we started getting stared at (not that I mind). I suggested we check out a sex store, since that seems like a perfect place to go on a first date, LOL.

He directed me to a place nearby. A nice little non-chain place with a great selection. I picked up some penis chocolate moulds for my upcoming party, and we browsed the toys and lingerie. Found out he’s a big fan of costumes, and sexy games. Clearly he needs a little schooling, since he doesn’t know a lot about kink and he’s never purchased a sex toy, but that will come with time.

We left the store and drove around some, just talking and getting to know each other more. At one point we stopped at a park to wander outside but it was far too cold, and so that lasted all of 5 minutes before we hopped back into the truck.

I asked if there were any diner’s open where we could grab some nibbles. He suggested a place he knew and off we went. It was a typical 24-hour eating establishment, but there isn’t much open that late at night, LOL. We flirted over french fries, discussing past relationships and hobbies and all manner of random topics. It was decided that once we were done at the diner, we would find someplace to park and talk some more. I still had time to burn and neither of us wanted the date to end quite yet.

We ended up in an unlit parking lot and sat there chatting for quite some time. There was certainly flirting, but neither of us were brave enough to make a move. Silly really, but after some posturing and nervous glances we managed to get the initial kissing out of the way. After that, the awkwardness melted away and we spent some time making out like teenagers in the front seat. Kissing led to groping, which eventually led to his hand down the front of my jeans while I screamed bloody murder and came all over his fingers. I returned the favour in kind, making him twitch under my touch while nibbling his lower lip.

We were both satisfied and breathless, and since it was well into the wee hours of the morning, I decided I should start the long trek home. I dropped him off and kissed him goodnight before grabbing another coffee and driving back to my place. I crawled into bed beside Jack at 3:30am, exhausted but content.

All in all, I felt it went very well (the fooling around aside). I enjoyed his company very much, and it seems that he enjoyed mine as well. He’s also quite open minded, and willing to try new things. It’s too early to speculate on where this is going, but I’m generally optimistic.

*Steven Meretzky

**A term commonly used for an older married woman who seduces young men.