46664

i watched some of the 46664 concert on tv saturday night... for you guys that don't know... 46664 is an african response to the global HIV AIDS epidemic that invites the whole world to take the fight in hand... the number 46664 was Nelson Mandela's prison number on robben island...ok...

so i was feeling a bit down and out, some sort of bug got hold of me...some would think it was just babellas, but i think i actually had some sort of bug...or maybe food poisoning...anyway 46664 is all about aids...it made me think...i wrote a post on dating a while back and still this issue stays an issue for me...i live in africa...i see aids every day... i hear of aids every day... i'm encouraged to eat garlic for goodness sakes.... it's really a in your face kind of thing... and maybe because my ex was such a man whore and after i realised that he could actually have aids... and that subsequently i could actually have it too....it dawned on me...this epidemic does not discriminate against color, race or status, it will slap you right in the face... its fact...i had to be present at the doctors appointment for our gardeners hiv test, he was very sick and we then asked his permission to have him tested... and he was HIV positive... i cannot tell you how that moment made an impact on me...it was so real and honest and it shook me to the core...so don't really know what my point is... just that like the motto of 46664 says...

it's in our hands... be careful and be safe...ok?

on a lighter note i have to tell you about my first hiv test...i actually went to the doctor cause i suspected that i had a piece of glass in my heel... long story i was moving and of course broke something and also never wear shoes... so i had to step in the glass...bladi bladi bladi blah.... so my dad...bless his soul... insisted that i should have it checked out... and if nothing else to get a injection for foot and mouth...just to be safe... he's like that...so off i hopped to the nearest doctor who turned out to be the fucking hunk of the century...he had no wedding ring on so i was totally enjoying my doctor's appointment...there was some unfortunate realities i couldn't get away from...like i was working in my garden and didn't bother to scrub my feet...so there i was lying with my sweet ass in the air and the doctor going at it with my foot...and the two dirtiest feet you've ever seen...he insisted that there was no glass embedded into my heel...and i kept on telling him, doc...check again...seriously it's painful...and during this examination...we chatted away like nobody's business...he was actually flirting with me...and i needless to say lapped this up like the cute puppy i am...so i was aware that my time was limited with this guy...and even though it was such fun him poking at my foot with a scalpel... i maybe have to make it clear that i was not attached... and ready and willing to have him have his way with me... i mean... take me out any time... so we were chatting after he bandaged me up...and i said it...the only thing i could think of to make sure... beyond a shadow of a doubt... that he would know that i was not married... so i said...

will you please test me for HIV, my ex really screwed around and i just wanna be on the safe side...

fuck i think that was a passion killer right there...needless to say he didn't have his way with me... he did however take the time, after he got the results, to phone me and personally tell me that i should not fear a day longer... the dreaded killer wasn't lurking around in my veins...he was so cute...sigh...he can be glad i moved otherwise i would have bothered him with all sorts of gynecological problems...i'm a sick puppy... excuse me i think i still have that bug...

relationships with a divorced mom…

so I was wondering…this is not an offer…maybe it is…*nervous giggle*…nahhh…what’s the deal with single men and divorced moms…men seem to be very scared…strong word…but so freaking obvious…to get involved with divorced single mom’s…understand this please…i’m not looking for a guy to be the father of my kids…really they have their own dad…I’m not even looking for a full-time hard-core relationship….i want a guy that i can see every other weekend…maybe some in between…if we feel like it…no pressure…so the new guy can still go along his merry singlelish (new word haha) way…and we talk on the phone maybe every other day…go to parties…whatever…see each other when it suits us both…and of course have wild and wonderful sex as often as humanly possible…doesn’t that sound great!?…cause you see my problem is that i’m quite busy being a full-time single mom…and to have some bloke moving into my house…disrupting my life and harmony with my kids…they are not ready for that…and quite frankly…neither am i…i just want someone…but not full time….weird innit??...i can even throw in a ~fuck me~ tattoo on my sweet ass...hehe...it sounds perfect!...but it seems men can’t get past the kids…i come out of a very long-term relationship…i don’t plan to be someone’s wife soon…so why do guys think that after the first date i will be looking for a suitable engagement ring?...i don’t want that...i want someone that is mine but not on a full time basis…if we are still bonking our brains out after five years…still laugh at each other’s stupid jokes…sure, come meet my family…move your stuff over…but for now…the casual relationship could be perfect….the only problem i have with this arrangement may be that the guy will involuntarily (like men do…sigh)…feel the need to spread his seed beyond our casual relationship…i will probably have to purchase some device monitoring his sexual endeavors…beyond our own humping happiness that is…that’s another thing…way back when i was still available for wild sex without strings…ok that never happened…but I could have been that girl…apparently there is this nasty virus going around…maybe you’ve heard of it…hiv/aids…and according to new dating rules issued 1998: subsection 14... it’s apparently correct protocol to ask your new sexual partner to take a hiv test before you do the deed…right, like someone will have the guts to ask their new beau that…

sweet ass me: sweet sex pistol guy…will you be following protocol and have the hiv test done before you bang my brains out?

horny him: who me? i’m cool babes…come hither…

sweet ass me: …if you want a piece of this sweet ass…with my new tattoo...get the test…please…i really want to go yonder…

back to square one…i ask you…catch 22 indeed…