|RUSH to show off my book|
Vanity, thy name is Emma. Today was salon day. Beauty creating fingers pampered my follicles. Anyway – grey is closer to blonde than my brunette ever was. I’m maturing towards the target of my true self.
I have wonderful hairdressers at the RUSH Hair and Beauty Salon in Southampton. These guys are like personality heart surgeons. You go in as a tousled tramp and come out femme fatale. Good job I had an old ASDA carrier bag in my pocket to protect my new goldilocks from the latest Atlantic gale.
We are now 11 days into Movember. In our house things are getting hairy and it’s time for a snog report. I’ve always loved a good snog. An interesting fact is that unfaithful men and women will have extra sexual intercourse with the betrayed partner (due to increased arousal stimuli) but withdraw from kissing them. It’s obvious really isn’t it. Kissing is far more intimate and – well – the other stuff is just shameless lounging by the gene pool with a spreading warmth of wine in your belly. Oooh – writing about kissing brings out my inner sun.
So – when the touch of true love gets hairy – does the emotion keep flotion? My response is that the old boy still snogs up fine. His response is that it pushes bristles up his nose and loses the moment. I tell him that orgasm is a sneeze in the soul for a woman. He tells me that in that case, for a man, it’s a runny nose.
That’s why only women can write romance.
Emma thinx: If it’s right, the erogenous zone is you.