Sunday, December 5, 2010

Fleeting Questions

I had dinner with my wife Friday night instead of dancing with a domme.

What's with that?

Truth be told, I have the dregs of a nasty cold and didn't feel much like playing Fred to my dommy dance partner's Ginger. My wife is leaving town for ten days or so and I just wanted to be close to over two decades of intimacy. The value in shared history, however marred by conflict, is truly comforting.

How do you figure?

I had a date last night with my new love interest. I re-texted our restaurant rendez-vous and added a "be there or be square". She replied she was too hip to be square. I added that her hips were most definitely not square. Truth be told I was too nasal nasty to be make-out material. But we had a wonderful talk about our unexpected connection. After dinner we walked arm in arm through Times Square to Eighth Avenue. She kissed me goodnight on my mouth through her soft leather glove as I wriggled excitedly telling her how hot that made me. "We'll try it with a veil next time", she whispered. She shoved me toward the subway commanding me to go away and walked abruptly off, leering over her shoulder at me as she disappeared into the holiday crowd of an early winter's eve.

Where does she fit?

As I write this my older dog is pacing my snappy new Far West Village loft apartment, unable to relax, occassionally stopping, tilting his head into the air and plaintively, softly, howling. He's trying to tell me something. He's old, he's tired, he hurts. I just don't know what he wants. He's so boney and small from the effects of his Cushing's disease we've been battling. He's a such a good boy.

How long will he remain with me?

Fleeting questions. The answers just out of reach.


Her Majesty's Plaything said...

Hi Advo:

I could identify with a lot of what you said in this post. Certainly the part about the value inherent in over two decades of intimacy. I have thought about your wife's situation frequently. I wish both of you the best of luck with that extremely difficult and uncertain situation. I can also identify with what you are going through with your dog having just lost a pet myself. Dealing with mortality is extremely difficult.

As I age I find I greatly value things that I was only peripherally aware of before. Meanwhile other things (beautiful 25 year old women wielding whips for example) are a lot less important than I thought they were. That said your domina dancing partner sounds hot! One must somehow keep in touch with the romance and mystery inherent in life at all costs no? ;-)

advochasty said...

Accepting uncertainty is the struggle. Even more tests won't answer how long, how invasive, what kind of quality.

My domina dance partner is fun but rather than hot it feels practical. The studio is fun but it's a real racket. "Oh you guys are so hot!" Just buy ten more lessons for $100 a pop. Unless I'm deluged with new business my dance hall days may be limited.

Now my new date/crush girl/love interest is hot!

Though I had not envisioned the possibility of a real relationship, she has gotten me thinking.

My shrink teasingly accused me of making her up, I made her sound so good!

Aarkey said...


Hope to see ya soon brother.