I need a Blog To Do list. I've said I'll blog like 5 different things that have been tangentially touched upon and people (usually Nelle, lol!) have commented on in a 'would like to hear more' sort of way, or else have just occurred to me as entertaining future topics. Let's see now: Bellydancing
Driving lessons/tests
Science and theology not being at each other's throats
The Red Tent & the motherline
More memories of living in other countries and stuff about growing up a missionary kid
Differing opinions within healthy relationships, or How Not to Mind
I think I'll post this and refer back to it as my To Do list when I can't think of what to post. :o)
posted by Elle @ 12:15 pm
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Bellydancing, you say?
There I was...
November, 1985, some Moroccan restaurant in Los Angeles. We had just come from a taping of the Johnny Carson Show (no we weren't on it) and had reservations at this restaurant.
My ex was out in LA on business, I flew out a few days later (after one of our puddytats mangled my hand, yet another story.)
So we go to the restaurant, me & ex, and about 8 other women. Except I this was prior to transition by 18 years or so...
and there is a belly dancer. Now I am not exactly the wild, boisterous, outgoing type (though I do have my moments on occasion) and like a cat drawn to a cat hater, the belly dancer closes in on me. Closer, closer...
she throws her veil over mah head, and dances about a foot in front of me. Now I'm under the veil, her belly button is right... there, and everyone is laughing, and I'm turning read, and my ex is trying to stuff money in my hand to stuff in her pants... er, whatever. I finally grab the money and very gingerly, tentatively, and quickly get it where it is going.
Ayeeee. Now some French guy at the next table starts mouthing off because I'm at a table with 9 women (little did he know, eh?)
Following week, upon returning home, that restaurant was in some tv show. Don't know if the belly dancer on the show was the one who covered me or not... couldn't see her belly button closely enough on the tube. ;-)
LOL! well, bellydancing it is then ;o) surprised that she was willing to let you put money in her pants, no bellydancers of my acquaintance do that.
She was overstuffed with money at that point. I really had no interest in doing this, but my ex kept tapping me, and she kept that damn veil over mah head, and well... if that would shoo her away, at least that was my hope, rofl!
...forgot to add she was a student at UCLA. I have no clue why I know this.
LOLOL! well, it's a good story :o)
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