Five Years

If I'd known how important the date would become to me I'd have recorded it for posterity. Alas, all I know is it was sometime around "now" in 2004. I was doing work for a client of mine in the Pacific NW and decided an upcoming trip would be a good time for my annual extra-curricular adventure. I'd come across an ad on Eros for one "Fallon Delicio" and was immediately captivated by her. After reading every word on her website I realized this was a woman I just had to meet. Fallon had a booking form that was, to say the least, unique. It was more like what one would expect from eHarmony.com, that is questions to ascertain compatibility than the matter of fact time/location details and safety-oriented questions that most paid companions ask. Amused, I filled out the form and awaited Fallon's response. Fallon expressed disappointment that I had no children, but apparently I otherwise passed her bar and a dinner date was set up. It was a date that would change my life.

I keep meaning to write the details of how Fallon seduced me, but that will have to wait. What is important is that after spending a few hours with Fallon, better known as Silvia-Mckenzie Navah, my once a year philosophy was put on hold and I arranged to see her on my next trip. Then on the next. And by November she was my mistress. Five years later I have trouble finding words that adequately describe our relationship. She is my lover, my mistress, my paramour. She is a source of constant joy. A spark of life that powers me. A woman I admire, respect, and treasure above all others (indeed, above all women or men). She is perfect (and that is meant both sincerely, and as an inside joke). She is the reason this blog is titled "Ramblings of a Happy Man". And if anyone hasn't figured it out, I love her.

Silvia, it has been an incredible five year. Here's to 50 more!

On the hypocracy of my calling women frumpy...

Ok, I've developed a real pet peave about frumpy women. That reason is simple, I've run into so many awesome looking women in their 30s, 40s, and 50s that it is pretty clear most of the rest just don't take care of themselves. Yes, women can be so hot in their 40s and 50s that it makes one wonder why middle-aged men ever get interested in those 20 year olds. Well, perhaps because so many women in their 40s and 50s "let themselves go". But that isn't my real topic here.

I've always dressed "down". It's part of my generation, my career, my persona. Yet for a while now I've wanted to change that. I started to a few years back, after losing some weight. I started to buy, and wear with more frequency, nicer clothing. Then I gained back just enough of the weight to make wearing those newly bought items impossible. Damn! I refused to buy new nice clothing in the bigger size, so I'm quickly wearing everything out and have little to wear. Then a couple of recent events made me dress down even more. Oh my god, if you can apply the word frumpy to a man I'm getting there.

So, here is where I'm at. I'm going to quickly get back down to the weight I was at when I bought some nicer things and then keep pushing to the weight I really want to live at. I'm back to working out regularly, and will push some goals there I haven't been at for about three years. And then I'm going to buy a whole bunch of new clothing and try to relegate bluejeans to occasions that realy justify them!

Can I do it? Well, now that it is in the category of something to be conquered I think so. That mountain just has to be leveled. "I wanna kill. Kill. KILL" :-)