More than three hundred miles apart, but connected on a matchmaking website, two erstwhile lovers began a dot com dating relationship. Within weeks, Halloween convened, and their alter egos emerged as history's only mated vampires. And thus Fang and Vixen remembered their ancient and torrid love, re-uniting their hearts for all eternity.
THE VAMPIRE DATING DOT COM DIARIES
Up all night. Love Bytes.
By Count Vladimir and Countess Vivienne Orloff
Copyright © 2008 by Richard G. Miller and Gloria D. Clarke
Smashwords Edition published by The Impress Group
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Section 4. Journal Entry: When Worlds Collide
Index of Vignettes
Nov. 3 Remember
Nov. 15. Where It All Began
Nov. 16. Transmutation in Romania
Nov. 19. Romania Redux
Nov. 22. Fully Vested Vampires
Nov. 23. After the Kill
Nov. 24. About Paris
Nov. 28. The Awakening
Nov. 29. Time
Nov. 30. Our History
Dec. 2 Passion Redux
Dec. 2. Desire vs. Shame
Dec. 4. Our Flaw
Dec. 5. Betrothal
Dec. 5. Our Demise
Dec. 6. Dimensions of Destiny
Dec. 15. The Carpathians
Dec. 16. Vampire Philosophy 101- Christmas
Dec. 23. The Drawing Room
Dec. 31. Intro to the New World
Dec. 31 The Pearls
Jan. 1. The New Era
Jan. 3. Young Vladimir and Vivienne
Jan 7. The Heir
Jan. 9. Outside Paris
Preface
It was born of a Hunger, the unsatisfied longing for the Other, the Twin Flame, the SoulMate.
Do you remember, My Flame? We were three hundred and sixty-three miles apart, and on a dot com dating website when something threw us together. Was it a glitch in the program? A short circuit? The Gods playing with poor mortals yet again?
We did not match each other's profiles, we lived so far away from each other, it seemed we would never meet, or meet each other's needs. But Fate has a way of insisting, and we had nothing to lose. The humor and the intimacy were almost immediate. We discovered we were both authors and our daring fantasies ensued. Imaginations soared, our nether regions inflamed. Then something truly inspirational followed... Halloween.
I recall how our Vampire impersonations were alarmingly on the same wavelength. You were Fang. I was the Vixen, and our love in Romania was reborn. The charisma of our emerging Vampire lovers was devoted, compassionate and empathetic. Fang whispered to the Vixen, "Eternity is Not Enough," and so it isn't for the Original Mated Vampires.
Our vignettes began as missives from the Vixen to Fang, striving to remember their origins, transmutations and impassioned vampire love that spanned over 600 years. And, the remembering continues.
East Coast Girl seeking 59 to 75 year-old men
Thea W in Ontario, CA
About me:
I feel the most important aspect of life is developing relationships that allow us to express compassion and link us to others to give us the opportunity to become more evolved. My greatest joy in life is living with my daughter and granddaughters, who expose me to so much joy and laughter. I tend to be a bookworm and a seeker into the metaphysical. I am studying for a PhD in Naturopathy, and practice natural health therapies in my own business in Ontario. My bio and photos can be viewed by typing in Ontario Day Spa on a search. I would like to find a man who is positive about his experiences, no matter what they may be, with a soft heart and a strong mind.
I've had a long career as a Registered Nurse and Medical Esthetician, working in community health and also teaching science and alternative therapies in esthetics. I think my best achievement has been my relationship with my daughter and business partner, a craft that continues to grow and change. I also have dabbled in medical illustration and Chinese brush painting. Most of my time is spent practicing in my business, and making it grow. Hopefully, I can complete my Naturopathy program next year.
I would like to meet a man who, no matter what life has presented, can find a gift in each experience. A sense of humor is an absolute! A clean lifestyle and a commitment to being healthy and well makes any relationship easier to develop and sustain. The inner person is more important to me than the outer package, and excessive materialism is not appealing.
I would like to find a friend who is artistic, interested in dancing, cultural events and the eclectic world.
Artsy Guy on West Coast seeking 40 to 55 year-old women
Guy M in Moss Landing, CA
About me:
I am located in a part of the world that gives me access to one of my highest priorities: art. Galleries are all over the place. Life is a beautiful thing and I like it artful and harmonized across the various activities I engage in. I collect the art of Michael Parkes and lesser-known artists that teach me a deeper view of life, and that creates mystical poetry between the physical and spiritual.
Besides fawning over art, I am committed to personal development. I can’t stand being one way all my life. It’s the range of emotions and life experience that make us grow and see new perspectives. Partly for personal growth, I am a member of Toastmasters. I fancy being in front of people (when there is something to say) and I always want to make it fun, more like edu-tainment.
I am looking for a positive, spiritually developed, healthy and engaging woman. I am impressed by high feminine energy- almost all my friends are women. I thrive on intimacy and public displays of affection.
All this talk about art and beauty is important to me. Life shouldn’t suck. It should be great. But oddly enough, for me, it comes down three things I need to be truly happy. Give me chocolate, coffee and unconditional love and I am in heaven.
*****
From: Eyes-4-you@hotmail.com
To:
EscentualRN@hotmail.com
Sent: Sunday, October 1, 2006
Subject:
Wink
Hi, Thea,
Did you wink at me? I think the system put us together. It’s odd because you are not in the area I requested, but that doesn’t mean there is no interest. Have you received any winks?
I looked quickly at your profile. You look like a good person, but I don’t match your profile- age and location, specifically. Take a look at mine if you haven’t already.
Guy
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From: EscentualRN@hotmail.com
To:
Eyes-4-you@hotmail.com
Sent: Sunday, October 1, 2006
Subject:
RE:Wink
Chocolate and coffee and unconditional love, what more is there to life? You can type in my business website and view my photos and bio. E-mail me if the spirit moves you....
Thea
*****
From: "Eyes-4-you@hotmail.com"
To:
escentualrn@hotmail.com
Sent: Monday, October 2, 2006 PM
Subject:
RE:Wink
Hi, Thea,
Thanks for the line on your business. I liked your True.com profile, but this was more complete to see your business web site and all that you are doing. Great
photos! Cool web site! Can’t say that I know anything about your business, but I like the feel. Do you do chocolate there?
I suddenly got about 20 winks on True.com. One was a bit presumptive. Oh well.
I may be a bit busy with all of this activity, but please understand and don’t give up.
Best regards,
Guy
*****
From: EscentualRN@hotmail.com
To:
Eyes-4-you@hotmail.com
Sent: Sunday, October 4, 2006 PM
Subject:
RE:Wink
Actually, I think the only way we can treat others well is to first be understanding of ourselves and to apply the law of compassion to all of our relationships.
20 responses will keep you busy for awhile, but maybe you would have time for a cup of coffee at Starbucks!
Be Well!
Thea
*****
From: EscentualRN@hotmail.com
To:
Eyes-4-you@hotmail.com
Sent: Sunday, October 4, 2006
later
Subject: RE:Wink
Hi, Guy.... So I got one from a 23 year old, actually looking for an older woman... reminds me of the Steely Dan song "Hey, Nineteen." You need Cuervo Gold and fine Columbian just to get past the gulf, like not knowing Aretha Franklin was the Queen of Soul! Well, we live in strange times, and I can't make judgments! I'm actually only in Cal for 3 years, so don't know much about surrounding geography, so how far are you from me? Is it doable? I don't mind a drive… I have to say driving here is easier because of the freeways, but boring because the scenery is all the same. I also miss the seasons, and snow. I know, that sounds crazy, but my family is Finnish so my blood is on the rocks. You can call me on my cell# 760-908-#### if you can meet.
So long for now,
Thea
*****
From: EscentualRN@hotmail.com
To:
Eyes-4-you@hotmail.com
Sent: Sunday, October 5, 2006
Subject:
RE: Wink
Go on.......and where is Moss Landing?! Call me, Thea
*****
Guy’s Telephone notes: Saturday, Oct 6, 2006
We had a great phone conversation tonight. About 2 hours long.
Thea is an only child and has one daughter (Toni?) Has lots of shoes. Studied art, has done medical illustration. Plays with astrology. Believes in reincarnation. Has had past life regression back into 1325 France (?), a child of noble parents. Says everything has a purpose, including our meeting. She loves stories and thinks her life is pretty boring, but I can tell she has lots of passion. Loves “The Matrix” and believes, like me that we are making this all up in our minds. She took name of Vivienne de Markoff as a penname when a child. Her husband died when they had a 9 acre plantation in the Caribbean. True.com says she is divorced, and I have no idea how many partners she has had. Her favorite perfume is a Lancome she has worn for years that means Black Magic.
*****
From: EscentualRN@hotmail.com
To:
Eyes-4-you@hotmail.com
Sent: Sunday, October 7, 2006
Subject:
RE:Wink
Hi, Guy...
Well. distance probably makes this contact pretty impossible, but you just seem on my wavelength. Keep the faith-there's someone out there who wants coffee, chocolate and unconditional love!
Be Well & Prosper!
Thea
*****
From: Eyes-4-you@hotmail.com
To:
EscentualRN@hotmail.com
Sent: Tuesday, October 10, 2006
Subject:
RE:Wink
Hello, Thea...
I have been thinking about our [telephone] chat the other day. It was a nice connection.
[You asked for] a story to share… hmmmm. Life is full of them and perhaps because of that, we don't value them as we should. I think life is all about the stories we tell ourselves and others… whether the stories are scientifically verifiable or not, it is about the stories.
And stories can help us relate to others in ways that business and the necessary roles we play cannot. Add to that that stories we tell are real in a way that our roles are not. Telling stories is a lot like being naked. The truth is there to be seen. So, are you ready to see me naked? ;0)
I will quickly tell you about my most recent foray into acting. (Another form of telling stories.) My ex and I had left California and moved to Arizona...and one of the signs that I latched on to that this was a good thing (leaving California was not my idea) was seeing an announcement that there was a local Cultural center with lots of activities around the local history and culture. They had re-enactors that did shows about the local history and culture. I thought maybe I could do that. So, I went for a visit. And they were really glad to have me. In fact, over time, I became the leader of the re-enactor group.
I took on two characters. One was a composite character and one was an historical poet laureate. The character I made up, but could have existed, was Ashley McCabe, a saloon keeper from the late 1800's along the Colorado River area. He was a coarse, talkative unsophisticated and funny guy...almost a complete opposite to the historical one. His story was that he managed a saloon in one of those towns that turned into a ghost town, as many did in those days, and he went wandering one day looking for customers, got lost in the desert and died of thirst. He talked about what those days were like and how it is to die of thirst as a warning to people who might consider going out in the desert without plenty of water. I think he was the best liked of the two.
OK, there's a starter fer ya...oops I am talking like Ashley ala the sudden. Pardon me, Miss.
I hope you're having a good week. Write me a story if you have the time.
Thanks for listening.
Guy
PS...I won't be on True.com soon...so use this email.
My phone number if you didn't capture it on your cell is 831-869-####
*****
Guy’s phone notes from conversation 10-10-06:
Another Great Telephone Conversation with Thea! We talked for hours. She described herself as very stable and intelligent, compassionate and will allow a person lots of leeway before they strangle themselves. She hates arguing. She is frightened of water (ocean) that will go over her head, so she won’t go on a boat… almost drowned as a child. But I like that she is not frightened by differences between us, that she sees that more as a challenge. She thinks that maybe she really knew me in a former life. In any case, she sees everything as having a purpose and sees our meeting as perhaps karmic or life changing. Thea went to Mass School of Art. Draws horses and costumes. Not vegetarian. Needs lots of beef, likes Lamb, milk, cream, heavy cream in her coffee.
*****
From: EscentualRN@hotmail.com
To:
Eyes-4-you@hotmail.com
Sent: Wednesday, October 11, 2006
Subject:
Telephone call
Dear Guy...
That was the best conversation of any kind, especially with a stranger, that I've had in a very long time. Sort of a great long distance date without the dinner! I was amazed at your story, and because I love to read, no e-mail could ever be too long, if you want to spin your yarns with me!
So, a true nursing story in return: When I was first married, my husband had to finish his last year at Presbyterian College in Clinton, South Carolina. The small town was distinguished by the college, an Orphanage, (more on this later) and the Monsanto cotton fields. As you can imagine, there was only grinding poverty and the southern gentility that did it's best to ignore the trash, both black and white. I worked in a 60-bed hospital that was the only medical facility unless you went north or south 50 miles. I worked a double [shift] every Saturday, and when (THE) night nurse got too drunk to show up, I had to do a triple. So nights went like this: Anyone needing emergency services had to ring the bell; Jack the orderly, who was the 70 year old quintessential picture of a taciturn shuffling “colored man,” as they say in the South, opened the door, assessed the situation, and called upstairs to the nurse, who would put the "head aide" in charge of the usual 40 or so patients and go on down to the ER. This particular night, I was greeted by a very drunken black man holding a bloody board and raving about how his wife was just not his wife anymore. I went into the treatment room, where Jack had lifted the now unconscious wife onto a stretcher, sent Jack out to deal with the husband, and put a call into Dr. Graves (no kidding) who was at a party 40 miles away. The woman's scalp was flapped open, with a good deal of bone exposed, and bleeding somewhat briskly. I put in an IV, wrapped her head with a pressure dressing, and by that time, the doctor called back to say that I was certainly capable of cleaning her up, suturing the scalp and running her blood work.
I may have passed out on the spot had I not been trained in a NYC hospital, but just tried to reason with the doc on protocol, to which he replied in an exaggerated drawl, " Mizz Thea, Have you evuh sewn on a button?" To which I of course replied yes, but could feel the direction this was going. "Well, you just sew the flap down tight and her hayuh will grow ovuh those stitches in no time atall!" So, dutiful young Nancy Nurse scrubs the hell out of that wound, shaves the surrounding hair, does not bother with Lidocaine as this patient is already anesthetized, and sews up that scalp. When the woman came to about an hour later, I asked her if she wanted to call the police to get a restraining order. Her eyes grew wide and she said, very emphatically, "Oh, no, Ma'am, I deserved it!!" A lesson to unruly wives everywhere!
I have to add that as much as it may be hard to believe, any nursing stories I tell you are, regrettably, unvarnished. And there's more…Write soon.
Love,
Thea
PS: I loved Ashley, and the moral of the story? Don't go wandering off in search of customers in the wrong catchment area! When is your birthday? Write soon. T
*****
From: Eyes-4-you@hotmail.com
To:
EscentualRN@hotmail.com
Sent: Wednesday, October 11, 2006
Subject:
Stories
Hey, you are there! I wondered if I had the spelling right [using a new email address]. Computers are so bad and reading and correcting spelling errors. They take us so literally. What would they do with a story?
Wow, an amazing story about sewing up the head! Too bad you couldn't sew in some sense, because it appears it had been knocked out of her. And that man bringing in the weapon... this is too phenomenal. The doctor sounds like one for more stories...amazing name. We have a doctor here, Dr. Hell. No kidding.
Wondering what Ashley's story said that might have triggered your story from the deep South.
Looking forward to more,
Guy
*****
From: EscentualRN@hotmail.com
To:
Eyes-4-you@hotmail.com
Date: Wednesday, Oct 11, 2006
Subject:
RE: Stories
Something about bad judgment and the potential for an unattractive demise…... more later,
XO
T
*****
From: Eyes-4-you@hotmail.com
To:
EscentualRN@hotmail.com
Date: Wednesday, Oct 11, 2006
Subject:
RE: Stories
Hi, Thea...
I am attaching a picture of Ashley. Just in time for Halloween. :0)
He is a ghost from the past is how I played him, so he is a white faced critter.
Best,
Guy
PS, not that I want a halloween photo, but do you have any more of you other than the one posted on True?
*****
From: EscentualRN@hotmail.com
To:
Eyes-4-you@hotmail.com
Date: Thursday, Oct 12, 2006
Subject:
RE: Stories
I have some great pictures from last and recent Halloweens, our favorite holiday...we are always the undead, and oh so glamorous! Unfortunately not on disc, but send me your address and I can snail mail. You can see other photos on our business website.
So the next story is a family story. My grandfather's sister was married for 20 years to a traveling salesman. (No, this is not a joke) One evening, after supper, he said, "Great blueberry pie, Bertha, I'm going to the store for some cigarettes." He was never heard from again by Bertha. But 5 years later, a friend of the family ran across him in Chicago with a wife and 5 children. Bertha lived after that with her spinster sister, Lucille, and died at the age of 105, peacefully in her bed, with not a thing wrong with her except, perhaps, boredom. She had her funeral dress hanging on her closet door for 20 years, and every time anyone would go to her house, she would say, "If you see anything you like, put a ticket on it!" She sang at my father's third wedding when she was 98, after 3 highballs. Moral of the story: Women don't do too badly without men and children!
So, how is your life going? Have you had any success with any of those other 20 winks? Do tell, we are creating a soap opera, you know.
Love,
Thea
*****
From: EscentualRN@hotmail.com
To:
Eyes-4-you@hotmail.com
Date: Saturday, Oct 14, 2006
Subject:
RE: Stories
Hi, Guy....
So now that you've seduced my literary mind, I'm jonesing for a new story... I know you have it in you! Hoping this finds you well and happy,
XO
Thea
*****
From: Eyes-4-you@hotmail.com
To:
EscentualRN@hotmail.com
Date: Saturday, Oct 14, 2006
Subject:
RE: Stories
Hi, Thea...
Let me seduce your lit mind. A story is brewing.
What do you get when you match a witch with an ice cube?
A cold spell. (Brrrr.)
I had to be cold to tell that one.
Guy
PS. I’m taking a 20 day course on Internet Marketing and I am determined to get through it in 20 days. I hope to hear from you even if I can’t think up a story right now.
******
From: EscentualRN@hotmail.com
To:
Eyes-4-you@hotmail.com
Date: Monday, Oct 16, 2006
Subject: RE:
Stories
So.... I know you're working on that course but all work and no play makes Guy a poor guy…Somehow lost your phone number, or I would call just to hear your voice. Call me any time you can. Went out on 3 dates, but no one can turn me on like you.
XXXOOO
Thea
*****
From: Eyes-4-you@hotmail.com
To:
EscentualRN@hotmail.com
Date: Tuesday, Oct 17, 2006
Subject:
RE: Stories
You are sooooooooooo funny!
I will call soon. 3 dates- you're hot now!
Guy
BTW my cell is 831-869-####
*****
October 17, 2006 Guy’s Phone notes
Thea and I had another telephone ride. She is so exciting to talk to. She is from New York and Boston areas where her family is from. It seems we can talk about anything. She understands the Law of Attraction, which we discussed at some length, but she is not wild about the recent movie, The Secret. I love the way she speaks her mind. Said she has little tolerance for feeling guilty. She has a lot of confidence in what she can do and offer. She lived in Dominica a couple of years (her Outward Bound experience) and traveled in Switzerland. She speaks German, French, Spanish and some Finnish. She loves horse riding, like me, and like me, has not done it in a while. Thea was born January 11 1947. Was it Boston? Got the names and ages of her grandchildren, which she adores. Unlike some of the other dates, she loves being with her family for which I give Thea an A+ .
*****
From: EscentualRN@hotmail.com
To:
Eyes-4-you@hotmail.com
Date: Wednesday, Oct 18, 2006
Subject:
RE: Stories
Guy.....
So glad to hear from you... and thanks for the All Hallow's Eve humor! You must know I am a practicing spellcaster, but just for blessings! So why couldn't the witch have any children? The warlock had a Halloweenie…sending you light and love and blessings of the Spirit ,
More later,
Thea
*****
From: Eyes-4-you@hotmail.com
To:
EscentualRN@hotmail.com
Date: Wednesday, Oct 18, 2006
Subject:
RE: Stories
Hi, Thea,
Just to let you know, even if you are a practicing spellcaster, spells have no effect on me.
I tried it once.
And you should know that I'm not afraid of trying something once (like spellcasting). Putting on limits has a way of lying about who we are. There are better stories out there.
Thanks for the blessings (minus the Halloweenie)!
Guy
PS. Light and love to you! Do you have any photos of you in costume? Or out?
*****
From: EscentualRN@hotmail.com
To:
Eyes-4-you@hotmail.com
Date: Wednesday, Oct 18, 2006
Subject:
RE: Stories
Guy...
Living life with limits is like coffee with no chocolate, or unconditional love. I try not to put artificial boundaries on myself. I believe in the power of the heart and good intention, even though some are sure that's the paving on the road to hell.
Being e-pals makes me feel just a little in love with you. great endorphins. Maybe someday we'll actually meet.
Yes, I'll try to send some pics, and you, too. Must work, but will send the next nursing nightmare tale later. After all, it's the season!
Love in the ether,
Thea
*****
From: Eyes-4-you@hotmail.com
To:
EscentualRN@hotmail.com
Date: Friday, Oct 20, 2006
Subject: RE:
Stories
Hi, Thea
Thank you for the sweet email. Yes, limits are a subject that we could really expound upon without limit... But I was wondering, did I say something about limits that put me in a box (in your mind)? I suppose if it's in a box of chocolates, that's not so bad.
And may I reply to your comment about “being e-pals, good endorphins, feeling a little bit in love”... ether you are or you aren't. (Emphasis on ether.) Love in the ether-world is kind of sweet, isn't it?
One e-pal told me she had a laugh when the guy she was emailing (with True.com) sent her a photo of himself au naturale, posed to show his assets. Love in the ether vanished rather quickly. Weird people out there, huh?
Awaiting your photos and stories...
Lovingly,
Guy
*****
From: EscentualRN@hotmail.com
To:
Eyes-4-you@hotmail.com
Date: Friday, Oct 20, 2006
Subject: RE:
Stories
Hello My Virtual Lover...
If you're in a box of chocolates, they would have to be cherry cordials (liquid center), dark chocolate, with stems, from Russo's chocolates, Route 1, north of Boston!!!! My personal and perennial faves.
No, nothing you said put you in parentheses, I just thought maybe you took the spell stuff too literally. Soooooo... the next tale is a wee bit spooky.
'Twas a long time ago, when I was at that same hospital, in the deep South, in the middle of the Monsanto cotton fields. There was a woman named Effie May, who had pushed herself and her 300 pound 5 foot 2 frame into a diabetic coma on cornpone and fried chitlins.
One night about 11PM, (one of the Saturday nights that I was stuck doing a triple, but I swear I was not hallucinating!) her entire extended family and their preacher, about 9 people in all, asked if they could pray over her, and because that was actually a relief for me, I said yes, hung a fresh IV bag and left them to tend to the rest of the floor. About an hour later, I heard a low, crooning moan coming from her end of the hall, and went down to see what the problem was. The hall was dark except for the lights along the baseboards to guide the staff, but a rather pale green light was coming from her room. Sure enough, she was awake, sitting bolt upright in bed, with a candle lit beside her, no one else in the room. She said in a most normal tone of voice, "Nurse, do you think I could have some scrambled eggs and grits?" Now, mind you, her last blood sugar, which I had drawn myself not 2 hours before was over 600, surely a good reason for a coma.
When I told her that the family was in to pray for her with the preacher, she told me all her family was dead and she hadn't been to church in 30 years or more. Not only that, when I called the doctor to tell him, he called it "relapsin' sugah" apparently nothing we had ever heard of in NYC. He also thought I might have just been "havin' a vision” which apparently happened a lot to the folks in those parts.
I swear, if I was older and more knowledgeable, I could have had a true blast there while documenting some truly "peculiah goin's on!" I really need to tell you over the phone my most primo tale of my fave savant patient, Billie Colla .It might constitute a Saturday night date, actually.
Lots of truly literal love,
Thea
PS....Weird?! Yuh think?! I got a True.com e-mail with a photo from a crenulated 83 year old (who I think lied about his age, he looked 100) describing the sexual peccadilloes (no pun intended) with his second wife who was half his age, but enjoyed watching porn and (he went into detail) oral sex. I suspect there was a reason for that.
XXXOOO
T
*****
From: Eyes-4-you@hotmail.com
To:
EscentualRN@hotmail.com
Date: Saturday, Oct 21, 2006
Subject:
RE: Stories
Dear Thea,
Great story.... I love hearing stories about people we have met perhaps briefly or a long time ago where the event was such that we remember their unique name. It somehow adds so much realism and power. But the story is wonderful. Couldn't help but wonder what your patient's blood sugar count was when she asked for eggs and grits. Was there not only a visitation but also a healing? Spooky, true.
I love the chocolate variation you described. You really know how to get back to basics. Liquid cherry centers. Mouth watering. Heart pounding.
And if you thought my comments about your spell casting were a little serious, I am going to return my comedy card. Or go back to Chuckle U. Albeit, there is quite a bit lost in email that could be ascribed to comedy delivery.
I look forward to talking again. I am working late tonight and all day Sunday. Also, housesitting and taking care of their nine cats. Possibly early next week. Keep spooking to me.
Guy
PS to yours: Watch out. The 100 year-old appearing, claiming to be younger dudes, have been known to be vampires. And I really don't want to say this, but its for your own protection.... do NOT have oral sex with a vampire. I guess, as a nurse, you would know this. I love you too much to let you get hurt that way.
But do you have any thoughts on what the connection is between vampires and sexual arousal? Seriously. Like Elvira and other vampire tales that are super sexy. Do a search on Google on vampires and look at all the sexual images that come up. What is with that? Inquiring people want to know. (I am not turned off by it or judging it. It is teasing me.)
Breathily yours,
Guy
*****
From: EscentualRN@hotmail.com
To:
Eyes-4-you@hotmail.com
Date: Saturday, Oct 21, 2006
Subject:
RE: Stories
Let me see your canine incisors. I'm a great fan of Ann Rice, I find her to be a very sensual writer and a great historian, although she uses the word preternatural too much. I think she probably has a great research staff. The sensual vampire aspect has to be related to the vulnerability of the neck (my xxx zone), blood, and the intense power of the carotid artery. Not only that, immortality has it's own power. Unfortunately, vampires are devoid of body fluids.
I've been a vampire for Halloween for the past 29 years in a row. Obviously, I have somewhat of a love affair with blood, or I wouldn't have lasted this long in my profession! My birthstone is garnet, the color of coagulated blood.
Kiss, Kiss,
Your Vampire Vixen
*****
From: Eyes-4-you@hotmail.com
To:
EscentualRN@hotmail.com
Date: Saturday, Oct 21, 2006
Subject:
RE: Stories
Hi, Vix,
I agree with the neck thing, and blood... I think there is more, like risky sex with a stranger (it's amazing how many people engage in risky sex knowing they could die from it), the color red (same color as lips and other erogenous zones), the cover of night, and the forbidden nature of contact with the other side.
And maybe, just maybe, women know something about being vamps at night that they won't reveal to their men. Do you think?
Ann Rice was recommended to me recently as a writer's source... so now I have heard her mentioned twice recently. I should try reading one. Any preferences?
Kiss, kiss, bite, bite,
Guy (Fang)
Ok, nibble, nibble
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From: EscentualRN@hotmail.com
To:
Eyes-4-you@hotmail.com
Date: Saturday, Oct 21, 2006
Subject:
RE: Stories
Nine cats...was that the best True.com could do? [A reference to the house sitting job taking care of 9 cats.]
XXXOOO
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From: Eyes-4-you@hotmail.com
To:
EscentualRN@hotmail.com
Date: Saturday, Oct 21, 2006
Subject:
RE: Stories
At least it’s a cathouse. True.com didn’t offer me that.
Winks,
Guy
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From: EscentualRN@hotmail.com
To:
Eyes-4-you@hotmail.com
Date: Saturday, Oct 21, 2006
Subject:
RE: Stories
OK, Fang, now I'm going to have to tell you another story…
I think the anonymous sex thing is a version of narcissism, possible gay cruising/ somewhat violent/ quasi-rape/ probably angry/ borderline sociopathic behaviour. A long time ago, I worked with a gay nurse who was the most truly outrageous Queen, acting out in the most scandalous and funny ways. I had what had to be in the top 10 most fun nights of my life taking Quaaludes (OK, I'm a cheap date, it only took a half tab to put me on the rings of Saturn) dancing in a reggae club and then falling into a snowbank so deep I couldn't get out for laughing so hard.
One night he showed me how the gay guys cruise in the park around the Fenway (yes, the baseball field in the middle of Boston). It was such a gay cruising spot, with all of these little coves surrounded by swampy reeds and tall grasses, that some guy called the “cruising Fairy” hung condoms from the trees. (true story) All he had to do was unzip and go into a cove where mouths and hands were ready and waiting! In one sort of clear area we saw 6 or 8 men in various entanglements, all huffing and puffing and grunting and groaning. Must be my medical education, but I really believe the rectum is a one-way street! I don't understand how 2 men can get off.... where's the soft pliant wrap? How do you do face to face? Or is it all self-loathing?
Anyway, it seems that dangerous behaviours risking strangulation, slashing, HIV, HepC... etc... are sort of like self mutilation... the release of actual pain to counter the amorphous emotional pain for which there is no drug.
Which brings us to Ann Rice...I think you should start with Interview with a Vampire, which sets up the cast of characters and her interpretation of vampire life. I suspect you'll be hooked. I own all her books. Must go watch The Mummy now...
Sending you much undead love....
Vix
XXXOOO
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From: Eyes-4-you@hotmail.com
To:
EscentualRN@hotmail.com
Date: Sunday, Oct 22, 2006
Subject: RE:
Stories
Hi, Vix,
Thanks, I think, for your Queen story. Yes, Queens are so outrageous. But that’s only what I have seen in movies. It must be a trip to actually be with one or work with one.
Did you really go see The Mummy?
Last night I went to see a screening of "Conversations With God." It is due to be released in theatres at the end of this week, but I guess some churches were able to show it early to get the buzz going. I thought it was wonderful.
Have you ever heard of Abraham channeled by Ester Hicks? I have been acquainted with Abraham for a couple of years now.
Here's to a great week!
Guy (Fang)
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From: EscentualRN@hotmail.com
To:
Eyes-4-you@hotmail.com
Date: Monday, Oct 23, 2006
Subject: RE:
Stories
Hey, Fang...
My favorite channeled entity is Michael, the first book is Messages From Michael, and there is an explanation of our soul's characterizations on the earth plane, a sort of system for approaching your experiences with different personalities, modes, etc. I've been to a Michael channeler... visited a many times experienced past life in France in the early 1300's. I'm a servant in stubborn observation... leads me into a lot of curious experiences! (Like this one)
Although the ether is grand, my favorite sense is touch. Speed dating is not what it's cracked up to be.... odd lack of warmth! I've got a chiropractor on the line demanding to see my place of business. Go figure, you'd think this was the betrothal of Princess Diana!
Wish I could go to the movies with you…
Smooch,
Vix
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From: Eyes-4-you@hotmail.com
To:
EscentualRN@hotmail.com
Date: Monday, Oct 23, 2006
Subject:
RE:Stories
Hi, Vixen Thea,,,
so nice to get your emails.
Speed dating... have you actually tried that? Sounds like a trip. I can see it would not be so warm. And I understand the need for touch. We are humans after all... or something more, too, but humans still. Touch makes the heart race faster. (And so does biting.)
I have not heard of Michael. Odd how all these channeled entities love to take biblical names, huh?
Speaking of going to a movie together (and why couldn't we go to the movies together? It seems like a reasonable enough request). It reminds me of something Bill Gates apparently did. Virtual dating, where he would hook up with someone and they would both go to a movie in their different towns and then call each other on their cell phone and discuss it. Not a bad introduction to someone, but it seems to lack a certain connection. I wonder how you would both go to a dance in different towns and then or during it, talk to the "date" on the cell phone. Kind of hilarious. Oops, I think I just stepped on your toe. Did you feel it?
Fangs for the great chat!
Nibbles,
Fang
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From: EscentualRN@hotmail.com
To:
Eyes-4-you@hotmail.com
Date: Monday, Oct 23, 2006 Minutes
later
Subject: RE: Stories
Yes, the Mummy was great... I'm entranced by Egyptology because I think it is linked to aliens. Orion can be visualized from a channel through the Queen's chamber in the pyramid at Cheops. Why have we gotten so stupid?
XXXOOO
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From: Eyes-4-you@hotmail.com
To:
EscentualRN@hotmail.com
Date: Monday, Oct 23, 2006
Subject: RE:
Stories
What version of the Mummy was that? The 1999 version with Brendan Fraser and Rachel Wiesz? The 1932 version is showing locally. I got a creepy movie coming to me from Netflix next . "Embrace of the Vampire."
I went to the Egyptology Museum on San Jose a couple months ago. Pretty cool. You might have enjoyed it. I could have spent more time there than I did. It's run by the Rosicrucians. They also have a planetarium that would be fun to do sometime.
Fanged and Dangerous, looking for soft yielding flesh. (LOL)
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Guy’s Telephone Notes Tuesday, October 24, 2006
Thea does not like cats as much as dogs even though she has had cats that were good. She agreed the Egyptian cats are really inspiring. Sisu (see-sue) is Finnish for intestinal fortitude and she says she has lots of it. Also said that she is the least jealous person on the planet. (I like that! But I told her, No, I am the least jealous!) She seems completely not jealous about the women I am dating and emailing. Such confidence! Thea said also that she doesn’t give a care what other people think. (Perfect.) Had a tonsillectomy at 5 or 6 (or was it 5th grade?) that gave her a lower voice, screwing up her vocal chords. Too bad as her mother was a professional singer.
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From: EscentualRN@hotmail.com
To:
Eyes-4-you@hotmail.com
Date: Tuesday, Oct 24, 2006
Subject:
RE:Stories
Hey Fang...
Talk about roller coaster of life, up and down. I've had 2 days of non-specific anxiety, (I call it elevator stomach) possibly provoked by manic and weird dot com dates. The chiropractor showed up at the business yesterday and was sitting in the waiting area after sneaking in oh, so quietly, watching me write. I honestly was so absorbed in my formulas, that I was totally unaware. It gave me an incredibly creepy feeling, which was followed by irritation at the third degree, after which he pronounced me eminently huggable. If I said Tongue thrusting Chicken, would that give you a visual? I should have just bitten him and left him for dead!
Oh, Fang...whatever is a vixen to do in this wasteland? I told him I was carrying on a torrid long distance love affair and had to reconsider my hugging availability. I'm a quart low; scarlet lips beg you to write…
XXXOOO
Vix
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From: Eyes-4-you@hotmail.com
To:
EscentualRN@hotmail.com
Date: Tuesday, Oct 24, 2006
Subject:
RE: Stories
Lets get torrid.
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From: EscentualRN@hotmail.com
To:
Eyes-4-you@hotmail.com
Date: Wednesday, Oct 25, 2006
Subject:
RE: Stories
Nibbles...How would we neck in the movies in separate towns??
XXXOOO
V
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From: Eyes-4-you@hotmail.com
To:
EscentualRN@hotmail.com
Date: Wednesday, Oct 25, 2006
Subject:
RE: Stories
Vixen Thea,
Remember V is also for Voluptuous Vampires Vanting Voluminous Viles oV VelVety loVe.
Or if you must have all V's- Voluptuous Vampires Vanting Volumious Viles oV VelVety Veneration.
I like loVe better.
Fanged if not Dangerous
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From: EscentualRN@hotmail.com
To:
Eyes-4-you@hotmail.com
Date: Wednesday, Oct 25, 2006, 15 minutes
later
Subject: RE: Stories
Fang...
Brendan Fraser's Mummy... but it was Part 2 with Ardath the scimitar wielding Arab with the facial tattoos who makes me want to stretch out naked on an Oriental rug in a tent in an oasis filled with the scent of dates and figs and sandalwood... Oh my!!
The very best vamp movie of all time is the 1990's “The Hunger” with Catherine Deneuve, David Bowie and Susan Sarandon. Rent it if you can. The musical score is powerful, particularly Lakshmi by Delibes… highly erotic love and bite scene between Catherine Deneuve and Susan Sarandon, who plays a doctor researching aging. David Bowie is Catherine's husband and 400 year old lover who begins to age rapidly. I won't spoil it for you. It's got great dark style and Manhattan oeuvre. I think your dark side will sizzle.
California is too light and hot. I long for cold, damp, moist.... the better to be soft and yielding in. I'm in a dark fantasy kind of mood, must be impending Halloween. Write me your very finest fantasy (it needn't involve blood) I must wear black velvet soon or I will go mad.
Thinking of my very moist vermilion lips on yours,
Vix
XXXOOO
PS...I think we're so blanded out and jaded by everything, the only thing that can really turn us on is the thought of powerful karmic love, then death before we can screw it up. What do you think?? Kiss, Kiss
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From: Eyes-4-you@hotmail.com
To:
EscentualRN@hotmail.com
Date: Wednesday, Oct 25, 2006
Subject:
RE: Stories
Vixy....
how sexy to think of you stretched out naked on an Oriental rug, stuck on some oasis and bathed in scents of fruit, sandalwood and human pheromones...
I have the first Mummy of Brendan's coming to me from Netflix. And I will look for "The Hunger". The cast sounds delicious.
Now, regarding California being too light and hot.... California is a large state. It's relatively cool where I am at and we have this wonderful fog (think moist and cool) that comes drifting thru. You can see its fingers as it wends thru trees and around buildings. It is truly romantic. But not so much fog as it gets depressing. For me. Some people do think it's too foggy. But it is so different from hot and sunny Southern Cal.
You ask for my finest fantasy?? At this point, you are becoming a very lively fantasy, but I need some pics. (Hint!)
We have all kinds of fantasies.... what kind did you have in mind? This morning I had this great fantasy about having a housekeeper to clean up.
(Keep up the fantasy thing and we'll end up in a motel somewhere soon, perhaps on the Psycho set. Any ideas where we can find it?)
Howling,
Fang (Until Halloween)
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From: EscentualRN@hotmail.com
To:
Eyes-4-you@hotmail.com
Date: Wednesday, Oct 25, 2006, 90 minutes
later
Subject: RE: Stories
Fang...
You will always be, Halloween or not, as I can feel your pearly white incisors grazing my jugular. Some names just stick (in blood...) How can we neck as in the old days without actually touching each other? I must admit you are on my virtual mind (and hands) a lot.
So...fantasy about a housekeeper? What would she be wearing??? Nothing but a feather duster? You're making me beg again...feed me!!
I play the music from the Hunger in the business a lot... very dreamy, goes well with all of the scent and candle flame. Please see the film when you can, it will be our cinematic honeymoon!
Oddly enough I was fantasizing about meeting you somewhere up north halfway...180 miles doesn't seem too bad. Where would that be?? But I was more thinking of a great hotel with chocolates on the pillows and a very excellent Merlot, and possibly some amber and sandalwood...
Also, I've been reading about psychoactive (but not DNA fracturing) herbs in the sage family that enhance dream states and can possibly lower the veil between the parallel universes... will keep you posted. I'd like to explore a parallel universe with you, or a movie, whichever comes first. I'm shameless, as you probably know.
Ann Rice has also written several erotic novels under the name Ann Rampling. They're not as good as the Vampire stuff. Start with Interview with a Vampire... don't see the movie, the actors were all wrong. The Mayfair Witches is a sort of splinter saga that intertwines and is quite fascinating. She laces all her writing with erotica no matter what the subject. I like it.
Can you tell my mind is starved for stimulation? What a vast wasteland Southern Cal is. I've heard there is no culture east of the I-5. The promise of wispy cool and moist fog intoxicates me. I miss the Northeast so... people think I'm quite demented here. I think everyone's mentally baked to a turn.
Alliterate more, more, you have me swooning, Oh King of the Keystroke!!
I'll have to get some pics scanned in soon, especially the vampire drag ones, 'tis the season! And you, Dear One, how will I recognize you with your clothes on?
Sliding off the chair...
Kiss, Kiss,
Vix
PS I Like you fanged and dangerous...XXXOOO
V
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From: Eyes-4-you@hotmail.com
To:
EscentualRN@hotmail.com
Date: Wednesday, Oct 25, 2006
Subject:
a story of sorts
Foxy Vixy,
Am I going to regret nicknaming myself "Fang'? I am getting the feeling all I need to do is bite into you like a warm hot fudge brownie and your knees will buckle. (My mama always told me it was not nice to bite. And for some strange reason many of the boys in the family have slightly prominent canine teeth. )
I can tell you could be writing your own volumes of darker literary works...."your pearly white incisors grazing my jugular..." on to your ending...."sliding off the chair." Is that sexy or what?!
Maybe we should see The Hunger together? Or should I watch it first to whet the appetite?
Goth, Thea, you are getting me way too hot. What is that spell your wearing?
(As you may be able to tell, my writing is not terribly sequential. It is not that I am demented (or maybe it is), but I am trying to respond to some of your email notes.)
Were you fantasizing about a half way meeting point? (Or maybe a halfway meeting pint?) So was I. <g>
Your photo seems to indicate that you have very creamy complexion. Not meant for sun, to be sure. The heat you like is underneath.
I will check out a map for something half way to meet. Maybe Santa Barbara, though that is about 5 hours from here. At least its not 8. I'm dying to see you in the flesh. You must bring some scents to spice up the evening. Sage??? Me getting away could be tricky. But once the trick is figured out, it will be a treat.
I’d better run.
Fanged and salivating,
Your Fang
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From: EscentualRN@hotmail.com
To:
Eyes-4-you@hotmail.com
Date: Thursday, Oct 26, 2006
Subject:
Mini Fantasy
My Most Darling Howling Fang...
Actually Paris, on a bridge over the Seine, Left Bank, in the cool fog, moist hot lips locked, bodies merged in urgent fluid embrace, pale luminescent twinkling street lights bathe our faces in a timeless marble glow…
Ralph Waldo Emerson said, "Friendship, like immortality of the soul, is too good to be believed."
Thank you ever so much for your ethereal friendship...
Kiss, Kiss...
Vix
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From: Eyes-4-you@hotmail.com
To:
EscentualRN@hotmail.com
Date: Thursday, Oct 26, 2006
Subject:
RE: Mini Fantasy
Yeooowwww! Yip. Yip! (To borrow some words from the werewolves.)
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From: Eyes-4-you@hotmail.com
To:
EscentualRN@hotmail.com
Date: Thursday, Oct 26, 2006
Subject:
Mini Fantasy
Heads up, my Vixen! I sent a message to your website... Could get your blood boiling.
Fanged and O So Dangerous
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From: Eyes-4-you@hotmail.com
To:
EscentualRN@hotmail.com
Date: Thursday, Oct 26, 2006, 7 hours
later
Subject: RE: Mini Fantasy
Ahhh...My Fanged One,
Truth time is upon us. Many years ago, I wrote to order sexual fantasies for people. They would fill out a form, (scenario, favorite body parts, characteristics, etc,) and I would spin a yarn under the name Moonlight Madness. Quite popular until my new boyfriend took a hissy fit when he found out! I think that's why I like Ann Rice so much...she actually published bigtime.
Fantasy across time span is my specialty...I would love to try to see the Hunger with you but I doubt we'd make it all the way through the first time, my heaving ivory bosom being what it is! And yes, my Finnish skin is for warming the icicles out of your untamed heart, my Wild Man. Must lock up the office now, will continue this flaming missive aimed straight at your nether regions later!
XXXOOO
Vix
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From: Eyes-4-you@hotmail.com
To:
EscentualRN@hotmail.com
Date: Thursday, Oct 26, 2006
Subject:
RE: Mini Fantasy
My Vixy,
I like the easy way you slip into fantasy. Here is an area that teases me but I don't have the talent you have.
I suspect you are right that we wouldn't get thru the entire movie (The Hunger), but what's wrong with that? Tell me. What might we get into? I can hear your heart pounding and your heavy breathing, and I haven't even seen the movie! I must reach over and risk touching the fire, remove your clothes to cool the excessive heat. Grab some minty oil to lustily rub into your white breasts and stomach, then blow a slow path from your neck to your exposed ...and if you can lie still, the nibbles begin.
The only question is,,, will you wait 5 minutes into the movie for the moment you've been fantasizing for weeks for? I hope so. Fantasy is best held at some distance, is it not?
Fang
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From: Eyes-4-you@hotmail.com
To:
EscentualRN@hotmail.com
Date: Thursday, Oct 26, 2006 45 minutes
later
Subject: RE: Mini Fantasy
So, my palpitating Romeo, you have no idea how my heart stammers every time I see your dot net.... of course I'd rather see your dot naked, but all in good time, I suppose. I used to work with an incredibly droll English doctor who said, " Everything resolves with tincture of time.... that’s time with a little alcohol!!" A fine, bloody Merlot, I suspect...
My next fantasy involves you, blindfolded with only one wrist gently secured with a satin cord to a bedpost and a lot of furs and feathers...any more of this, and I'll have to install Velcro on my chair.
It doesn't take much these days, you must plan on feeding me your usual literary orgasm.
Loving you madly in the ether,
Kiss Kiss,
Vix
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From: Eyes-4-you@hotmail.com
To:
EscentualRN@hotmail.com
Date: Thursday, Oct 26, 2006
Subject:
Mini Fantasy
Hot Vix,
I got out the map and it became clear to me that you are on the other side... of LA. Only because of email could the heat travel so far and feel so close. Halfway seems to be around Lompoc. Lompoc has the lure of being more remote. I see they have a great chocolate shop there. Hmmm. and a Starbucks. Might need some help waking up after a night of hot fantasy.
Thea,,,my dear,,,are we just driving each other insane? Is there more than fantasy here? Will we connect on a soul level? I want to look into your eyes. I want to get into your brain. And I want to play. The anticipation is sponsoring a deep and growing howl.
Fanged Fantom
PS. One arm tied to the post,,,,hmmm....like a bull rider has one hand tied? And why the blindfold? You need one more than I. I don't know if you have read the history, but if you blindfold a fanged one, he gets too wild to keep down. Unless there is a spell you know of.
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From: EscentualRN@hotmail.com
To:
Eyes-4-you@hotmail.com
Date: Saturday, Oct 28, 2006
Subject:
Furs and Feathers
My Dearest Howling One....
You must know by now I'm sort of a satin dominatrix.... I wouldn't cause any pain, just an extreme urgency that can't be quenched in a flash... furs and feathers to gently stroke along sensitive curves, blindfolded so you can go where you want to along Fantasy Lane, hand tied so you are just a little bit not in control... lie back and leave the driving to us...
Lompoc sounds like some place in Thailand... possibly a great place for a fantasy to begin! And yes, I long to look in your eyes in great proximity. We are already in each other's brains... the myth, mystery, fantasy and fable section. Nice place to be. I've never had this with any man, although my best friend, Martita, who lives in Tucson, is my story partner. We worked for 10 years together as Nurses in Boston and gathered some of the greatest stories of all time, which we rehash and embellish on a regular basis.
Our own business is filled with agita but in the final analysis, my daughter and I often just have a moment of ... deep sigh, but we love this little business and how beautiful it is, and how much pleasure it gives people, and how lovely it smells, and how constantly creative we can be....... like Halloween special effects make up.... you don't get that kind of fun starting IV’s and changing dressings!
And, in truth, you've no one to answer to but yourself, which can be both heaven and hell!
So, give me more of you, Oh Pulsing Warrior... tell me where you live in the brain of your heart......... that is where our souls are, truly. Who are you looking for to ring your chimes, make you salivate to wake up each day with your heart racing?
What would be the ideal scenario? I don't even know, I'm so out of control with my wishes and desires... I guess I just know what I don't want, and that is the loss of the fire that leads to the ennui that heralds relationship gangrene. Somehow, I can't imagine ennui with Fang…
Distance is one of the elements that fuels desire.... think of Victorian lovers separated by oceans and wars and how that alone drives yearning. These are the emotions that make us feel truly alive and more than just surviving. We concentrate so much on the baseline of the hierarchy of needs that we forget about living our desires. Life must be more than survival.
So what is truth? Like a liquid crystal, it changes every time you look at it, and perception is different for everyone.
For the moment, anyway, I've got you on my perception page... take me to yours!!
Did I ask you yet if you're a dot com serial killer? Always the down side of meeting a strange man!! And I've met some strange dot com men! Well, kill softly my Fanged One...
It was girl’s night out last night. My daughter and granddaughter (age 10 going on 40) and our neighbor went to see Marie Antoinette.... Oh, my God!!! The most fabulous jewels and gowns and shoes and Versailles!!! Which leads to the next story...
About 20 years ago I had a regression hypnosis session with about 5 other people. The guide instructed us to visualize a closet door, and open it. My closet doors were that French blue with beautiful painted pink and cream roses and ornate bar handles. When I opened the doors, there were gowns of silk and satin and lace and taffeta.... I chose a lovely shimmering burgundy and gray silk and turned to the bed, which came up almost to my waist. There on the bed, was a pair of shoes that matched the dress. The shoes were burgundy with gray heels and a gray fan ornament at the throat with a burgundy jewel in the center.
I laughed out loud with pleasure and popped myself out of the trance state. The guide asked me what was so funny, and I replied, "Oh, the shoes matched the dress!!" Somewhat vapid, but there have been other regressions and channels who had picked up on this French life.... about 1325...More on that later!
Must go bathe in lavender and patchouli to prepare for my Spook day... wish you were here to lay some hot breath on me…Loving you madly in the ether,