Nothing about my blog is elevated or lofty.
I’m not the best writer.
At my best, I’m brave.
At my worst, I’m boring.
Some blogs I’m particularly proud of.
Not so much.
Lately, I’ve been writing a bunch of not-so-great blogs.
But lately, life has been not so great.
And I’m doing okay.
No Covid-19 (yet).
I (still) have a job and health insurance.
I (currently) have a home.
So take everything I say with a grain of salt.
I write because I once heard that it takes 10,000 hours to get good at something (was it Malcolm Gladwell?).
If blogging nearly every day for 15 years doesn’t count as getting good at something, then I don’t know what does.
And keep practicing.
It’s all I can do.
I love a good tease.
There’s nothing like it to get your heart pumping, your juices flowing, and your imagination racing.
This is one of the reasons why I like Austin.
Because he is a first class, bonafide tease.
And he is oh so good at it.
He must know I love the torture.
The other day he was describing a sexual position to me, and I nearly melted from the sexiness of it.
Austin is quickly becoming one of my favorite friends.
I bought him the Malcolm Gladwell trilogy (The Tipping Point, Blink, and Outliers). And I bought two tickets to the Dave Mathews Band (which he can’t attend). So needless to say, it must be pretty obvious that I like him.
What is less obvious is whether he likes me.
But I don’t mind having a flirtatious friend.
You know how I believe in letting the universe unfold….
So he’ll continue to tease me, and I’ll continue to be tortured by him.
It’s a win-win situation, if you ask me.