2000-10-04 | 05:47:27

i discovered los lobos one night on kcrw, a public radio station in l.a. ok, i know i dissed national public radio in an entry way back when, but LOCAL public radio is cool, man, cool. that's also how i found erykah badu and the wondermints. so there! wha-?

anyway, back to the wolves. kcrw played a cut from those gatos. it was a horn-section-heavy song about how a man's girl had done him wrong. how she had lost interest. started having a lot of "girls' nights out." started coming home late. yaknow. his euphemism for her dumping him? "that train don't stop here anymore."

tonight i was talking to a friend. he said, "so what was up with that last entry you did? what does that mean?"

i tried to distract him. to dodge the question, but he has a way of pestering. oh, it's a pleasant pestering, i'll give him that. but pestering nonetheless.

so i caved and told him...via euphemisms, of course.

yes, folks, as gnolly would call it, it's a return of "me burning loins," starring me as the sex-starved modern woman.

feel free to grapple for the diaryland channel changer now.

yep, sirree, john, paul, george and ringo (as opposed to bob).

the return of horniness (like it ever left--heh) prompted that last mumbling monologue. i remember back, oh, a week or so ago, when i testified that as much as i liked toying with the idea of a booty call, i could never pull it off.

i think i was wrong.

so my friend, he says to me, "ahh...i thought that's what it was about. what about the 'gurgle, gurgle'? that was gross."

dude, my BRAIN was GURGLING with the THOUGHT of a booty call. geez! outta da gutta, foo.

"well, don't do it," he said. "hey, i know how you feel. sure, i got on that train after you did, but if you stop at a station for anything less than the real thing, you'll be sorry. you'll be like, 'oh, i bothered to get off the train for that? shit! plus, you'll be delayed from getting to your real destination--where you really want to be.'"

well, check out the big analogy on brad.

"but--!" i started.

he pressed his lips together and swung his head slowly from the left to the right and doh-see-doh'd his chin. "don't do it. you'll be sorry."

i protested. he would not renege.

"nope. you think it will be ok. you think it will work with no strings attached, but it never does. you'll always regret it. people with hearts can't do that. someone always gets hurt."

i was almost in agreement. then i questioned him further. a rebuttal, if you will. where's lehrer when you need him?

"but sometimes it's worth it," i said grinning, promptingly.

he broke into a wide-mouthed smile and tilted his head back a bit.

"sometimes," he grinned.

i knew it!

so, yeah. i'm considering it. or a variation of it.

ok, ok. a definition of "it." i couldn't do a one-night stand with a stranger. nope. no freakin'-ass way. but i think i wouldn't mind being privy to what i like to call a "glorified booty call."

you know, where there is respect and affection and attachment to the other person. not attachment as in "what are you doing every saturday night for the next six months?" but attachment like "hey, attractive friend of the opposite sex, what are you doing on alternate tuesdays for the may sweeps period?"

heh. of course, i say all this without a naked boy in the room.

i would probably back out of the bootification if it really came down to it. well, "probably" is a strong word. and each day that passes, i grow more and more sure that playful frolic with a boy friend (notice i hit the space bar back there) would be just what i want...and seem to need, by the way it commands my attention and tempts my better judgment.

let george w. bush have his fuzzy math. i'd be happy with some fuzzy nookie.

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