  Bite me. It's allowed. I am, after all, this histrionic creature known to man as WOMAN. Hear me roar. Or whimper, at times. Depends upon my mood .
V wouldn't read my blog for fear of a "roast" he wouldn't quite like. I doubt I ever said that much in here. Mary/Lisa, Dianne, FHB, all the rest (Princette included), yeah yeah yeah , you knew it would all be okay. Does that make me a sucker? I will tell you this: For the first 30 minutes, I was nervous. I'm NEVER nervous.
I'm totally at ease in most situations. But there I was sweating bullets, drinking wine, trying to calm down. And this is why . There have only been a few times where I've been faced with someone worthy as my opponent (well, at least a male version). Vicente is that. Fighting/sparring/making up with someone else just wouldn't be as much fun.
Yeah, I'm a fucking sucker. I'm back to where I started. But it's like passing "Go" and getting that $200 Monopoly money. It is somehow satisfactory without being real. At the same time. By the way, Sistahs, I said what I needed to say and he heard me.
I didn't back down. Yeah, but neither did he. That is what makes it so beautiful. Neither one of us had to . Copyright 2004 Non-Girlfriend 
