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Horny
Chaka Khan was sixty on Saturday, and I turned forty-nine.
Trina gave me a bottle of cider and a long-desired book. Kirsty's card was of a photograph of a presumably American place name called Ponce. It came with a badge with an arrow pointing to the left beneath the word "ponce". My brother gave me a horn for my bike. It's very loud and Trina is angling for a similar one for her narrowboat, as there are several blind corners on the canal.
I cocked up the birthday plans. Several weeks ago I said I'd found a Modern Soul All-Dayer happening on my birthday, so after depillation and polishing ourselves, we set off to Accrington. We got to the hotel at about 5pm. We wandered around a garish, tightly-skirted, morning-suited wedding party, the guests' sartorial sophistication matching that of the corporate decor, listening for anything that might sound like Modern Soul music.
Eventually we gave up and asked the receptionist. "It starts at 8.30," she said. Oops. Trina took it well, but said "What the fuck do we do now for three hours in Accrington? Shall we go home?" As we left, we saw a sign indicating that it was Northern and Motown, and I was relieved that she had scrapped the plan, as five hours of Northern Soul is four hours and fifty-five minutes too much.
Back at mine, we put a fire in, opened some wine, then went upstairs for a euphemism. The back of my hand brushed against her silver earrings, which she hadn't taken off, and in the ever unexpected way that sex works, I found the sensation of the small metal pieces against my hand exciting and erotic. I was going to say something to her about it but sometimes sensations are diminished by being described.
Following evening, in the pub, Trina was telling Wilma about how we had been talking about moving in together. Having an argument about it and falling out over it, I'd have phrased it. It's a bit of a fault line between us. I think living together would ruin the relationship, and also make me unhappy.
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A belated happy birthday to you. All good wishes. I’m too vain to reveal my age. I’ve never done it in a public forum. I’m not better than an insecure woman.
This storyline is touching on all the usual plot points. First ecstasy, then reality. I hope all parties experience a soft landing.
Happy belated birthday looby, I’m not far behind you.
xx
( I hope you manage to close the fault line)
Belated best wishes etc. As said above I hope not can work at closing the gap.
Many thanks for the birthday wishes all.
Not quite sure how we’re going to resolve the cohabiting issue at the moment. Time to myself isn’t something I might quite like from time to time, it’s an essential requirement to maintain my sanity.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY Sir and as for the derogatory Northern Soul comment not long till your the big Five O then mate :-)
Happy birthday to Loo
(And Chaka Khan too!)
You’re best off out of Accy:
There’s not much to do.
Tony–I have tried with Northern, but it doesn’t do it for me. One of those musics I admire intellectually but it doesn’t take my heart and soul in its hand like the more modern stuff does. It’s alright for old people though. (Runs away :) )
SB: That is brilliant, thank you. I have forwarded it to Trina.
my perfect living arrangements would be to share a living room/kitchen area, and then have separate bedrooms and bathrooms. in my imaginary world, the large bed would have a pair of sliding doors in the middle - open mine if i’m interested in company, open yours if you want to play. otherwise? let me be…
happy belated birthday! trying to catch up on about a thousand posts out here!
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