Princess

Mr. UK called me at work today to discuss musicals. As in, which musical I would like to attend while I am there. He also reminded me to bring sturdy shoes, in case we went out to Stonehenge. Mr UK = Mr. Perfect, or at least for this week (and probably the next couple of weeks, too!).

I mean really, can you think of a better week than musicals, Stonehenge, and daily coffee in bed? Oh, yeah...forgot the mind-blowing sex...

This is shaping up to be the best Valentine's EVER.



On a related note, a fellow blogette recently made a post which has prompted an interesting conversation about 'numbers', and what constitutes a 'slut'.
http://notanotherrelationshipblog.blogspot.com/2007/01/who-is-really-getting-laid.html

It really hit a nerve for some.
http://swimminginthedatingpool.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-know-i-am-but-what-are-you.html

Now, personally, I'm not too concerned. Really, my friends aren't the judgemental sort, and the worst comments I ever get about my sex life are the 'I wish I could have done that' type. Strangers' opinions don't mean a whole lot to me. I make my choices, generally even think them out in advance, and, you know, I can live with that. I am pretty happy with myself all around, sexuality-wise, but also career-wise, relationship-wise, education-wise, and every other -wise I can come up with.

It did get me thinking, however, what impression the total strangers reading my blog would get of what type of girl I am. It is easy to paste a label on someone when you only know an itty, bitty proportion of what they think, do, and are. In fact, deciding some one is a 'slut' because you know she had a one-night stand, or that she's not a virgin, or whatever...well, that's making a judgement based on an awfully narrow view of what makes up a person, isn't it?

And there is NO WAY you can convince me that there is ANYTHING wrong with my Sugar Daddy Valentine's Date...I mean, how can something so sweet and fun possibly be wrong?

Maybe they're just jealous, SWF...