In verbi veritas

Me: Complain complain complain. Boys are a pain.
Boywich: Well, it's a transitional time.
Me: That explains why I hate it.
Boywich: Chuckle.

Really, I wonder sometimes if I am actually female. The moment that I let on to boy number two that I liked him, I wished I could take it back. Ack! I'm trapped! Oh shit! Must find a third! Stat!

Changed my perfume and everything. Okay, I didn't change it; I'll go back to the usual tomorrow, no doubt, but I suddenly felt like pulling out all my imps and looking at them.

So I am going out with friends tonight, and getting a pedicure with Special J tomorrow (hello, Sweetie. I love you.). And then we shall see what we shall see, which is a shame, rather, as I'd really like to get laid again sometime this century.

Did I say that out loud? Yeah, probably.

Stop reading, mom. Stop reading right now.

Okay, she doesn't read the blog. Special J does from time to time, but she's heard much worse come out of my actual mouth. Boy number one once teased me that if I were introducing someone as an ex-lover, I'd not only not be shy about using that term but would offer details, "We did this, and this, and this."

He's wrong about that; I actually do have a shy side, but then again I will also absolutely tell it like it is. I happen to like that in myself, but Boywich tells me it's not a quality in high demand these days. I think he's right. People seem to not know what to do with the direct truth, served up plain and in the exact words I mean to put it in.

Maybe they're so used to reading behind the lines that they start doing it anyway, and think - oh, just to coin an example - that when I said "like" I really meant "love." And they get all gawky and weird about it and wonder what it means that I am looking them directly in the eyes all of sudden.

What it means, cutie, is that I happened to notice what a pretty colour your eyes are; hadn't really looked too closely before. Sigh. You can see how I get myself into trouble, yes?

I feel that I should carry a warning label, sandwich-board-style. "Warning: Truth Teller. I say what I mean, and I mean what I say."