Getting the Message

31 May

So yes, i totally hear what youall were saying yesterday, some of you said it in comments, some of you even more clearly in e-mails.  My favorite words of wisdom went like this:

“Sweetheart, you want some ice cream. All of a sudden a beautiful ice cream cone appears. Instead of giving it a lick, you are wondering what flavor it is, will it melt before you can eat it all, is the cone going to give way and the ice cream fall through the bottom. Damn it! No one knows. No old fashioned rules are going to help here. 

You are alive today and you may not be tomorrow. You can walk and dance and sing today and you may not be able to tomorrow. Grab hold of all that can be there for you. If you don’t like the flavor of the ice cream you can set it down. If it melts slowly away, at least you had a few licks and can smile about those, and if the cone gives way and the ice cream splats on the road you can laugh and step over it. But you also might lick that cone and find a flavor better than you ever imagined, or a flavor so different than what you’ve tasted before that you might head down a new path to find the perfect ice cream for you! But you won’t know by thinking rather than tasting.”

Youall can probably guess that was Donna.  She’s a wise woman.

So, ok, i don’t know why i have to hear that message from outside myself, but apparently i do.  Now, i’ve got it.  Promise.  For the moment anyhow.

“He” – and i guess i better name him – did call me last night.  He worked at the music festival again yesterday afternoon, and i called him in the early afternoon just to say “hi” and “hope your day goes well.”  So then he called me after he got finished.

He was still at the festival though, and we hadn’t exchanged more than a few sentences when someone started setting off fireworks behind where he was, so it was hard to hear.  

He wanted to know if i was tired.  When i said “not too tired,” he said, “So, you want to come by?”  But i said no {don’t be mad at me guys, it was late!  Like 10:00.  i was too tired to go anywhere.}

Anyhow.  He said “ok,” and that he’d call me tomorrow – which is today.

Naming him is tricky.  His real first name starts with a “D,” and i’ve used that.  So for now i’ll call him – I don’t know – “Man i Met at the Festival” is out – that would end up being “MMF,” and that won’t work.  “HD” for Hippie Dude?   “HG” for Hippie Guy?”  

Ok, he’s not really a hippie, right?  How about TC, for “Too Cool?”  

Maybe I should wait a couple of days, see if something better comes to me.  Or – feel free to make suggestions.

In any case, last night, i also started talking on yahoo to a Dom who lives a couple of hours away.   He was interesting and might have possibilities too.  And i’m staying open to the possibilities all around me.  

i promise.

12 Responses to “Getting the Message”

  1. histoy May 31, 2011 at 9:12 am #

    what? my poster girl of courage… afraid? i was slightly confused where you found the courage to attend the swingers party… but picking up the phone… that was too scary…lol The mysteries of life : )
    Good girl… you go for it!

    • aisha May 31, 2011 at 2:50 pm #

      Hey – I didn’t volunteer to be a poster girl for nothing ~ I’m not responsible for falling off the poster! It is funny though, isn’t it, the things that scare/ don’t scare us.

      Thanks for the support!

      Aisha

      Sent from my iPhone

  2. vanillamom May 31, 2011 at 9:27 am #

    Keeping your options open is the best news of all, aisha. I see the “guardedness” in you, even from this distance…and while it’s a natural thing…it’s also limiting…

    and now you’re opening, like the beautiful flower you are…to the world of endless possibilities…

    and to paraphrase donna (and Devo)…now lickit…lickit good…yeah lickit…

    (giggling)

    enjoy the flavors, my heart sister!

    HUG

    nilla
    ps Donna is so freaking brilliant, isn’t she?!

    • aisha May 31, 2011 at 2:58 pm #

      Nilla, sister of mine, I knew you’d understand! You know, I’ve been thinking, I’m not sure I’m really “over” MoR. Or- not “over” enough to trust my own judgment!

      AND I think ” lick it” is also great advice!

      Hugs,

      Aisha

      Sent from my iPhone

  3. sin May 31, 2011 at 10:07 am #

    I think he is Licorice or Licorice Man isn’t he? That kind of gives him his own unique flavour.

    And yes, gosh you are SO brave about some things. And so timid about others. Is timid a provocative word meant to push you a bit? Ummm…

    • aisha May 31, 2011 at 3:01 pm #

      Ok, yeah, I kinda like the licorice man – TLM? That works… Thanks!

      And timid???? Me???? I don’t think so. But I’m certainly not going to respond to that kind of provocation.

      Lol

      Aisha

      Sent from my iPhone

  4. k May 31, 2011 at 10:17 am #

    Exciting 🙂

    • aisha May 31, 2011 at 3:02 pm #

      Thanks, k. I guess it is. Aisha.

      Sent from my iPhone

  5. ewoman88 May 31, 2011 at 11:23 am #

    🙂 I’m a dive in headfirst with my eyes closed kinda gal so I can’t really relate to cautiousness, but honey, there’s a whole world out there just ripe for the tasting so go on and give it a lick 😛

    I think I just plagerized something but I’m not sure what.

    wtg sin I like the Licorice Man 😀

    • aisha May 31, 2011 at 3:08 pm #

      Dear ewoman,

      Ok, I drag my feet a tiny bit one time and all of a sudden I’m Queen Scaredy Cat. What’s up with that????

      Laughing…

      And yes, TLM it is.

      Thanks for commenting, even if it was part plagery. {Is that a word? No. It’s plagiarism – I knew that.

      Hugs

      Aisha

      Sent from my iPhone

  6. angel May 31, 2011 at 4:46 pm #

    i was thinking Tamborine man but i can’t seem to spell it. Everything looks wrong so sorry for the phonetic spelling. (i cringe some days that they let me teach children).

    • aisha May 31, 2011 at 10:02 pm #

      @Angel –

      Ha! Tambourine man wouldn’t have been bad either, but I’m kind of into TLM now… {grinning}

      And spelling is just not important anymore. If it ever really was.

      aisha

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