My sweet friend Kyma tagged me last week as I mentioned here, and as I mentioned here, I’ve been having a hard time finishing my homework. The meme called for me to tell five things about myself that I haven’t revealed thru my blog, and again as mentioned here, this caused a slight bit of anxiety for me because I’ve revealed so much thru my blog, and maybe some of the things I haven’t revealed might be things I’d rather not reveal. (Oh don’t be a silly sassy, nina, you can do this!) 
So, as I sat in my seminar today I had some time to think about this, and I think I’ve come up with five interesting to semi-interesting odds and ends about me that I’m willing to share. (You make them sounds like state secrets nina, what’s the deal with that?) Well, being naïve in the past has sometimes caused me grief, and who needs more grief? Tho, I’ll toss this Wheel of Fortune instant puzzle out to the studio audience; What’s the definition of insanity? Doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results. But since I need some low maintenance down time after a mind numbing morning sitting in a conference room watching Power Point presentations, I’m going to self indulge with my precious geishaland and play with Kyma. And yes, I even gave a Power Point presentation myself! See? Who says brains and beauty can’t go together?
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And now… Five Things
I have always wanted to go to a topless beach. I love being topless outside, and during the summer I’ve been known to go sans top and lay in my lounge chair in the backyard and sunbathe. Maybe I may have revealed part of this when I wrote once that I wished that beaches in the United States allowed us to go topless, and why is it that in other parts of the world women can go topless like the guys do but not here in America? I think a topless beach would be fun, tho I’ve never been to a nude beach but I don’t think I’d like that as much, in fact I’m sure of it. Isn’t that odd? Topless would be fine, but totally nude not so much? Hmmm.
I’m a complete and total makeup addict. I love makeup and beauty products. M*A*C is my favorite, but I’ll buy just about any kind of good cosmetics. I spend entirely too much money on cosmetics, and what’s even weirder is that I rarely wear any makeup, I just like to have it just in case I want to put some on. I mean, I work from home, and most mornings I just wash my face and put on some moisturizer or cream and that’s it; but when I go out, I can spend hours working on my makeup. It’s a vanity thing I know, but I like it and it makes me happy. I may have revealed this too, but I’m not sure so I’ll leave it in.
I’m a vitamin junkie too. I eat all kinds of vitamins and natural homeopathic type herbs and compounds that I buy at the GNC store at my local shopping mall. I’m not a hypochondriac, but I worry about my health, almost to fanatical levels. My morning vitamin cocktail is about 20 pills, and I know that I pee most of them out, because your body will only absorb what it can use and it gets rid of the rest, but I eat them anyway, just in case.
Something salacious you ask? Well, I wrote about it once, but I didn’t put it out in public. I only shared it with a few close friends, but now I wish I hadn’t because I really wasn’t ready to talk about it, but… I have been with two men at the same time. I know that’s probably not anything earth shattering to some of you, but to me it was a very big deal. It happened when I was divorced, and it only happened once, okay, twice, but I was coerced the first time, set up might be a better way to say it, but the second time I was a willing participant. It was, an interesting experience, but it was many years ago, and in one way the thrill of being that absolute center of sexual attention is/was extremely compelling, but it’s not something that I’m interested in repeating.
Yet more salacious details? Of course my darlings! My dating signature has been to leave my underwear in the hotel room for housekeeping. This is something I’ve always done, maybe in some kind of unconscious sexual exhibitionism, but anytime I’ve gone to a hotel for a steamy rendezvous, I’ve always left my underwear behind, usually on the nightstand next to the bed, thereby leaving myself bare assed under my skirt or pants when my date took me home. I’ve done this with everyone I’ve ever dated, and when I was dating my husband I left at least two dozen pairs of my underwear up and down along route one just north of Boston. Nothing quite says, “that little slut nina was here” like a pair of lacy black panties left behind in the room where I’d just been fucked, does it? Tho, as an extra bonus answer, I do not go out without wearing underwear. That’s just gross. I come home without wearing any underwear. That’s completely different.
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And now, I’ll linger over my blogroll with my lacy gloved hand, and reach out and tag; Livvy, Aimee, Neaya, Sabine, and M:e. And yes my lovelies, you do have to do this!
More seminars tomorrow… ugh… enjoy your week!
Nina-
It would absolutely excite me to see you go all Dommey on some femsubs, whip in hand.
Thank you for the much appreciated, shameless plug of my new column.
xoxoxo
-saratoga