Falling headlong into love
Or something reminiscent of it.
It’s not really the person that we fall in love with… it’s the emotional upheaval brought forth by having a certain someone occupy all four lobes of your brain that we get addicted to. That’s the case for me anyway. Whether it be a movie, an actor, a philosopher or a real human being that shares the atmosphere that I breathe in.
Am now my recent love is… drum roll please, is belly dancing. I am so obsessed with getting in shape right now and no, I don’t consider round as shape. I want the lean and muscular kind. I will start the class tomorrow and I am thinking and fantasizing of all the accessories that I am going to get once I achieve that toned midsection muscle.
I don’t know for how long I will be dancing to achieve the body that I am dreaming of but for sure I am going to love the adrenaline rush, the bootylicious grind of the sexy women in the class, the tinkle of the little bells and coins, the mad swinging of voluptuous hips that remind one of copulation. I am looking forward to being alive tomorrow. I swear I do.