I started Belly Dancing in February this year as a personal challenge. I must stress the point that I have never danced in my life and I have 2 left feet. I also work in the events industry and I am very much a behind the scenes kinda person. I don’t like being in the spotlight. Belly Dancing has helped me find my Inner Goddess and helped me face many personal challenges – getting up on stage in front of hundreds of people being one of them. Not to mention that I will be wearing next to nothing!
My costume is ready for final fitting and we have our one and only dress rehearsal on Sunday. I have been stressing all week and eating myself to death – hope my costume still fits by then!
Bought some kitsch earrings to go with my costume.
Going to look for some more accessories tomorrow. Having hair done early Sunday morning, then dress rehearsal Sunday afternoon.
May need a few shots of Whiskey on Sunday!
Pop on over to read it. It is beautifully written. But please be warned that the blog is described as “Sensual erotic fiction for discerning women”. So it is a little risque and for the over 18’s. Click on the image below to read it:
Nature somehow seems to set the tone for the perfect encounter. I have listed some of my perfect scenario’s below and hope I get to experience them all someday:
- Being out in the bush, alone watching the sun set while sharing a bottle of wine
- Staying in a castle together, making love in front of the fireplace at night
- Having a picnic out in the forest, being seduced by the rays of the sun and a cool breeze
Feel free to share some of your perfect encounters in the comments section below, whether you have experienced them or not. I would love to hear them.
Somehow the girls all ended up talking about about sexy guys (probably to annoy our various partners). Isn’t it funny how Johnny Depp just seems to appeal to all women of all ages – even teenagers.
The first is, I flew to Cape Town the other day and was seated in an aisle seat on the plane. I don’t mind which seat I sit in to be perfectly honest. I was seated first when the gentleman sitting next to me arrived. He stopped in the aisle, put his bag on the floor and immediately put out his hand and introduced himself and asked if I would prefer the window seat. We ended up chatting for the next 2 hours and when we landed he made sure to insist that he help me get my bag down from the overhead compartment. It made me feel very special and that he had a certain level of respect for me.
The second is when my 16 year old son came home from taking his (first) girlfriend to the movies the other night and he commented on the fact that she did not like him insisting on paying for her to start with. But she then accepted that he was not going to let her pay for anything and they ended up having a fantastic evening.
Being the mother of 4 boys, I have always said that I don’t care what they do in life – they can do anything and be anything – the only thing I expect from them is that they are gentlemen. And they have not let me down.
It is not a matter of whether a woman wants to feel empowered by paying for herself. Or perhaps feeling like she is expected to return any “favors” if you know what I mean. It is a matter of a man showing his respect.
Respect is also a term that has been waylaid in today’s world but I do believe there is both the space and opportunity to be respectful and be a gentleman. So I have made a short list of things that set one man apart from the rest. It is not to say that a man must insist or do it every time, but certainly whenever the opportunity arises.
My short list is as follows – there are many other gentlemanly traits but these are at the top of the list for me:
- Always offer to pay for a meal or entertainment when on a date
- Always stand up at a table when a lady approaches
- Always pull a chair out for a lady
- Always order for her first
- Always see her to her door (and don’t expect anything in return)
- Always hold the door open for a lady to pass before you
- Always open the car door for a lady
- Always offer to carry her bag/s (Not her handbag!)
- Always offer your seat to a lady – of any age
“Chivalry: It’s the little boy that kisses my hand, the young man who holds the door open for me, and the old man who tips his hat to me. None of it is a reflection of me, but a reflection of them.”
― Donna Lynn Hope