Intrepid Sweet Things
I went for a long walk through Sydney Park this morning in the freezing wind and spitting rain. It made me feel terribly intrepid & English. Isn't that what English people do for exercise? Walk over rolling hills in the freezing cold? The girl I was walking with told me I wasn't wearing enough tweed to pull off the English thing, but oh well.
Also, for a distinctly un-sporty person, I have been picking up lots of sporty dykes in the last eighteen months. It's confusing, and I can only attribute it to the magnetic power of good arms, and also the 'in touch with ones body' thing. But what is their attraction to me? Little miss web geek couch potato, allergic to sport & compulsive consumer of sweets? One of these sporty types referred to me last night as "radiant", at which point I decided it was time to stop with the Musk Vodka. If it makes me either a) glow or b) look happily pregnant, it can't be good.
Dilemma: I won tickets to the Black & White ball on Saturday night, which I had not otherwise planned on going to. I also won dinner for myself & my date beforehand. Standard last-minute outfit planning would suggest I wear a corset to the ball, but dinner-beforehand suggests that this would be foolish (I do actually want to enjoy dinner, not suffer through it with dainty birdlike corset-friendly portions). What is the femme grrl's modern etiquette around asking her date to do her corset up for her later in the night?