What I think about when waiting for a lover.

On my stereo: Little Fluffy Clouds by The Orb. A trippy song I used to listen to in college. Next is Cat Power’s version of Dark End of the Street. It’s an odd mix on my phone tonight.

I’m waiting for Lewis. He was supposed to be here now but texted to say he’d be a half an hour late; his work event keeping him longer than he thought.

Sitting at my kitchen island, I’m drinking Chardonnay while unsuccessfully trying to decimate the fruit fly population. The little fuckers must have an hour long incubation period.

It’s late but the work emails are still trickling in; they never stop. Continue reading

A little musical interlude 

Tony is quiet this week; he’s gearing up for several jobs in the next few weeks and has gotten darn busy.

I haven’t imploded or worked myself into a “he doesn’t like me frenzy”. I did get temporarily miffed I hadn’t heard from him in well over 12 hours but I chose to send him a fun text and not worry about it. He called me before bed.

I got a new phone: the iPhone 6s which isn’t inherently exciting, but I am jazzed about getting the one with 128Mb memory. Finally I can have the amount of music I want on my phone. I have a massive music collection (over 200,000 songs in iTunes – don’t get me started on my hate for iTunes and its inability to handle large libraries) and love music, period. Continue reading

Baby gimme that title

This week I bought Meghan Trainor’s album “Title” and on my way into the office, trying to not think my early morning meeting with my boss will end in my being laid off, I discovered the title track.

It made me laugh think of Tony and his reluctance to call me his girlfriend. Since I don’t want to write about my intense desire for cookies, my inability to talk to Tony for more than five minutes to get clarity, or that I’m waking up in the middle of the night filled with anxiety – I will just give you this.

Enjoy – it’s light and fun and hopefully will bring a smile to your face as well.



A tour of my 45s (if you don't know what those are, don't tell me)

I’m still working my way through all my vinyl since the purchase of my new turntable. It’s a lot of fun. I love the music, I am discovering new albums from my Dad’s gift of his collection, and am going back in time by listening to mine again.

I also have half of my deceased brothers collection from his time as a DJ. Mostly trance and dance stuff, and it still beckons, as yet undiscovered.

What I find endlessly humorous is my collection of singles. Some are 45s, and some are extended mixes. Most of these were before I could afford many albums, so I was really young. Some are embarrassing and some (hopefully) demonstrate a decent taste in music. Continue reading

Music for men who crossed my path.

I love music. I choose it based on my mood. It is almost always playing in my house – even more so now that I have a new turntable and my Dad’s vinyl collection to discover.

The post about Andrew and that Bruno Mars song got me thinking. For some of the men who have crossed by path, there is a song I associate with them. Perhaps just for a short period of time, perhaps forever. Time will tell. The songs that remind me of Faraway Lover are still vivid memories of our time together – I’m starting to think that will never fade.

Here are the boys and their songs. If you don’t know their stories, go to my “Lovers” page. But please don’t pick apart every lyric and test the applicability…my brain doesn’t work that way.

Naked Ironing Man – “Say Something” by A Great Big World Continue reading

A few little things that make me happy

Writing my post earlier put me into a bit of a funk.  I heard from that blogger-who-shall-not-be-named, accusing me of ruining other people’s lives.  Which of course makes no sense whatsoever but still, I don’t like hearing that kind of shit.  Then an innocent question posed in a comment got my mind into a tailspin… so I got no work done at all and now am trying to focus on good things and get my ass in gear to work later when my son goes to sleep.

So I thought I would try to think of a few things that make me really happy, other than the obvious (friends, family, orgasms)… Continue reading

My sex play list

I’ve seen a few lists here and there that tell you a few songs to which you should have sex. I’m not sure about you, but 5 songs doesn’t cut it for me. I built a playlist for my Faraway Lover when we were together (partly to drown out the sounds of sex through hotel walls) and I’ve been tweaking it ever since. I thought I would share it with all of you.

Here was my criteria – the song has to be about sex and/or be sexy or sensual, and have a good rhythm. If the song is about sex, but it doesn’t make me want to move my hips a certain way, then forget it. There’s nothing like grinding your hips into your mate to some awesome reggae. I also wanted to collate a list that wasn’t too heavy on any one style (although blues admittedly is featured prominently), in case my lover was picky. It’s also a bit of a test of someone’s musical flexibility – there are some cheesy songs (Sexual Healing and Pour Some Sugar On Me come to mind) and I like to see what someone’s response is to them, since I have a musical sense of humor and I want them to as well.

So here is my list. If you think I’ve missed something critical to good sex, let me know. This is a 5 hour playlist.

Oh, and since I still love love love making mixed “tapes” for people…if you really want a copy just email me and I’ll see what we can sort out.
Continue reading