2005-04-25

I have become a rev-head…

I’ve always been somewhat pre-disposed to the use and abuse of high-octane fuel in fast cars, but yesterday I went to the drag races at Calder with the Cypriot Love Machine and I have truly found a new place to be happy – behind the start line, watching the boys bag up their tyres and blowin’ smoke. I even drove at 105km /hour home down the freeway because I felt like such a petrol head. What a rebel!

I have been to drags before (not all legal) but they were usually all dragsters or modern cars. Yesterday was all about the vintage and blow me down, 1975 Toranas can really move when you soup them up. There were cool Chevys and Fords and Stangs and Holdens and this awesome converted hearse with a dancing Elvis in the back window.

The CLM was in fine form and we shared our first (chaste) kiss yesterday. Oh, well, if you can call a peck on the cheek a kiss. We couldn’t stop touching each other though, which was tricky considering he was there with his best mate who was also best man at his wedding and vice versa, and I had Madmel with me (at her first drag session, thought I’d pop her fuel cherry). I totally get that this is not going anywhere further than flirt, not least of all because the CLM is one of the fantasy lads – he likes the thought of wicked deeds, but will never go there because of history, or personality, or moralism. Not that we would do anything, no matter how tempted; and believe me, after carefully examining (visually) his bulge in his shorts yesterday I am VERY tempted to explore further. I think I offered a little visual temptation of my own yesterday, using all my faculties and a push-up bra to pull off a very impressive cleavage indeed. Hmmm, yes, with the bleach blonde hair and some shiny red nail polish I was a Wife Worrier alright. At least I thought so, and so did a pack of Harley boys showing off their choppers in the car park. What is the collective noun for a group of Harley riders?

I texted the CLM after I got home to thank him for taking care of me and Madmel, and he sent me one back saying his pleasure etc etc. Then about 10pm last night he sent me one by mistake, and another to let me know that that one had been meant for someone else. I think his subconscious pressed the button though, so now I know he was thinking of me well after he got home from the drags and six hours after I had left him. Ha! I still got it…

It occurs to me that I am a vain little puss-cat when I want to be, and I truly do crave validation and adulation. Oh well, we all have our failings

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