This happens from time to time when you’re pressing the lips in lieu of the flesh. After all, in my little corner of the world, it’s all relative. There are some very interesting people on the other side of that phone!

As I’ve said before, I don’t blither-blather about the particulars of what I do and to whom I speak. I am trusted with many secrets, and I have a moral responsibility to keep my callers safe. So don’t expect any dirty details here, but….

The phone rings while I am in the middle of this major project, my mind is consumed with the details that just aren’t behaving as they should. So I answer, still preoccupied, but using my professional, curteous (and sexy, if I do say so myself) voice, “Hello. This is Angela.” And I hear this deep, melodious obviously well-educated voice in my ear, “Hello, Angela, this is Mr. X. I can’t believe I am finally talking to you.”

Although that voice had literally stopped me in my tracks, I had the wherewithal to come back with a quick and witty remark: “Hello, Mr. X. I can’t believe I’m talking with you.” Which, of course, got an appreciative chuckle from Mr. X (aren’t I charming?) before he went on to explain how he’d been watching to catch me working for well over a week. But that whenever I was working my line was busy.

There was just something about Mr. X’s manner of speaking –the cant, the particular phraseology. the precise locution– which I found mesmerizing. He was obviously a very smart guy, and I happen to have an affinity for smart guys, nerds, geeks.

Somehow, as we bantered back and forth and learned a bit of this and that about each other (I mean this was sort of a “first date” after all, and a “blind date” at that!), I found myself curled-up on my bed, all cozy and snug under my down comforter, telephone tucked under my chin.

And we talked.

I mean it. That is what we did. And that is all we did. He was so thrilled to finally make contact that he just wanted to get to know me a bit. Which was lovely, but I felt badly. I mean, after all, my pricing is not for the faint of heart. This was costing Mr. X two dollars and some change per minute (btw…prices will be going up in the very near future).

So I tried to interest him in some sexy play, suggest some scenarios, fantasies, etc. But while we spent some time discussing sex, fetish, kink and other areas of mutual interest, it was just a discussion. Two plus hours of fascinating, thought-provoking and even mind-expanding conversation, and this wonderman just refused to let me razzledazzle him with my many and awesome talents.

I think he liked me. Awe, heck. I know he did. And I liked him. But the next time, which should be this weekend, I am just going to go into femdom mode and force him to do some very dirty things. (It’s a talent of mine.)

Until then I will just have to be….

….bewitched, bothered and bewildered.

So, Mr. X: If you’re reading this? Ya got me! My turn next. And boy are you in trouble.

(click on the cutie-pie clock for a personal holiday greeting)

Being the traditional sort and because it’s as good an excuse as any, I’m taking advantage of this widely-celebrated and sacred national holiday. Besides, American Idol is on tonight. And Rod Stewart (wet panty alert) is the guest artist. Not that I would watch it. I’m much too smart and sophisticated for such silliness. Boy, that Chris Daughtry can sing, dontcha think? Not that I would know. Supervert told me.

If you are confused by this entry or wonder why I do such irresponsible things, please refer to Ramble-Shamble Sex Goddess. Read closely, as hidden within the inspired text and erudite observations is the answer to that age-old questiion: Your place or mine?

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You may have noticed, or perhaps not, that I was nowhere to be found most of yesterday and all of last night. I missed more than a few callers, losing a bit of income and maybe even a bit of their loyalty. But I hope not. Because things happen, particularly with me, because I live a ramble-shamble kind of life.

What is a ramble-shamble life and how does one go about getting one?

First of all, a ramble-shamble life means doing things according to your plans and expectations rather than the world’s. It means you come and go as you please. You work when you please. You play when you please. It can be fun, no doubt. It can be liberating and fulfilling. Your more conventional friends sort of see you as a small-time rockstar. But it also takes discipline…or you’d always be playing and never accomplishing anything. And it also can be isolating…no office cooler around which to gather, after all.

Secondly, you have to throw away the rules: Jump out of the box! And because what is human about us prefers the safety of a predictable structure, this is harder to do than one might think. Thus, it follows that — to take plunge into the labrynth of what some might call self-indulgence — there must be a catalyst.

Hey, you didn’t think I was born this way, did you now? I actually had a mainstream job at which I was very successful. And I really didn’t want to leave it. I liked it there, and they liked me. In fact, every time I call to touch base with Rick, the District Supervisor, he always asks me to come back.

But “the best laid schemes o’ mice an’ men–gang aft a-gley.” And people you love just gotta mean more to you than any amount of success or money or wordly gobbledy gook. And someone that loved me needed me–so I had my catalyst. Goodbye corporate world; hello cybersex world.

So about yesterday and last night:

Working against a self-imposed editorial deadline, I stayed up all Wednesday night and into Thursday morning putting together my interview notes for an artist profile I am doing for Sex Kitten. I’d conducted two separate interviews, one via the telephone and then another via email. So it was a rather difficult task, merging all that info with other stuff I’d glimmered from his website. I finallly made it to bed around 9 or 10 am and slept for two or three hours.

Which usually works for me…if I don’t do it too often. And I don’t. But I woke up with a terrible headache. So I took two Excedrin. A few hours later, I not only still had the headache, but had developed some kind of weird drowsiness or drowsy weirdness. I couldn’t tell. So I took two more Excedrin. Things didn’t get better. In fact, they seemed even a tad worse.

I tried to watch television, take another nap, start on another interview, read a book, play an on-line game. Hmmm! Still not good. I tried to read another book, put the dishes away, clean off the counter top, put the lid back on the Excedrin bottle….

Oh-oh! This Excedrin bottle wasn’t white; it was blue.

I’d been taking Excedrin PM!

So I added a glass of merlot to the ramble-shamble concoction already tumbling around in my veins and went to bed. Wouldn’t you? I mean, if you were a ramble-shamble sex goddess?