Options and distractions
Wow, what a morning. I have to say I don’t know whether to be amused or annoyed. Flattered or irritated. They say when you shut one door another one opens and I suppose I think that must be true. But why is it also that when you made a decision, decide on something you wanted and set your mind to getting it, something comes along and tries to distract you?
I’ve set my sights on one fella. A sweet, rare goal for me, wicked wench that I am. And what should happen, but men come crawling out of the wood work. Priest Kings help a gal, though I do suddenly feel quite pretty and adored, and that IS a pleasant thing. Still, it’s distracting. And here I’d vowed to be a good woman. Kind, modest, demure. Maybe even devoted. Bah, but they make that a difficult task. And though I won’t deny it’s a fun past time dodging these attentions, I’m going to stay the course. I’ll just keep sidesteppin’ their tender advances — what Gorean woman wants tender anyway, right? *haha* — and trudge ever forward in pursuit of the one.
