Earth School

I have stepped so so far out of my comfort zone that I hope I will remember where I put it. As I see it, all people and events are lessons for me to take note of and this past week has been rife with ah-ha's. Mind you not as I would have written the script, but then it rarely is.
My first lesson was that it actually mattered that no one was mad to meet me. My grown up intellect understands perfectly, but the little girl that lives within…ah well, she's not happy.
On a more amusing note, I have discovered that every gent in the British empire describes himself as laid back and easy going and walks the beach at sunset. Seriously?! I think you must be saying that because you think it's what we want to hear, because in my meanderings (and stumbles) through life I've met my share of you, and the charm when there was charm was that you ran the spectrum from profoundly intense to downright silly. Easy going is nice but so is eating sweets. Sometimes you need food.
And the last, most important lesson I've had is about the prevailing understanding of the word "intimacy". Some will come to this sight to meet their "soulmate" and others for s*xual encounter. Whatever your reason, I wish you well. But, some are looking for intimacy in a way that doesn't include the first two choices. Intimacy doesn't have to be tactile (though there is certainly no argument with that), but tactile is momentary and often fleeting. Finding and residing in the mind's intimate places is forever (nearly) and he/she is not likely to forget your name. And here's a secret for the male species, one that just about every woman on the planet has known for eons - the quickest way to a woman's pleasure is through her mind. Shocking right! No you can't just barge in; a little finesse is a good thing, but there it is, the answer to the age old question about understanding women - spend a little intimate time in her mind. And the biggest lesson for me so far is that it's just possible he doesn't exist - except of course in my mind.