Ali, Yay! Also Woman + Leather + Motorbike = Good

I’m going to see Ali tomorrow! I’m going to see Ali tomorrow! I first have to ride on a big boat and so I’m petrified, but then I get o see Ali, so it’s all worthwhile.

And if I were still writing in this as regularly as I ought, you’d know the whole long story of how I came to be seeing Ali, how she almost moved down here instead, how I almost changed my mind about the whole deal and went camping with Mare and her cute flatmate instead, how convinced I got that Ali and I had no future, how I almost hooked up with Mare’s cute flatmate, how it was simply providence which lead me to book the tickets to go see Ali (all of four days ago), how I still had massive reservations about going until 2 days ago, and how now I am so excited I can barely sit still. Although the fact that I have a beautiful cat asleep on my lap is helping with this.

At 7am tomorrow, I catch a bus out of town to the city where the ferry leaves from. At 10am I get on the ferry, having gulped back several cups of kavakava to calm me. And then at 1pm, Ali will be standing there waiting for me when I climb off the big nasty boat.

Utterly random aside: Yesterday morning at work, I was working away while having vivid imaginings of what might happen directly after meeting up with Ali… Yeah, I’m a red-blooded lesbian, it was all quite dodgy imaginings, involving a cubicle in the toilets at the ferry terminal (too much information, I know!). Anyway, then it was morning tea time, we were all sitting around a table making polite conversation about… well, I don’t even know. I was so flustered, and all I could think about was sex. I felt like I must be *so* transparent, like everyone was sitting there thinking, “oh look, Mary’s been having fantasies in the garden”, so I tried *really really* hard to get my thoughts under control. I’d nearly succeeded when a motorbike roared into the parking lot and pulled up next to the table. It was a custom Harley Davidson softtail, with woman symbol embellishments, and on the back there was a woman, dressed entirely in leather. Oh my god, such *good* leather pants.

This is exactly how one of my favourite fantasies begins. Exactly. Woman in leather roars up on an incredibly sexy bike during morning tea, says to me, “hey, wanna go for a ride?”, to which I of course say, “yeah”, and I hop on and we ride off to the horror and/or delight of my workmates. Of course, the second part of this didn’t happen at all. She roared up and went inside to find the person she was looking for. But. I nearly slid off my seat in a puddle of drool. That was it for me. Incapable of conversation, I excused myself to go back to the garden to resume my imaginings.

Hey, new fantasy: Ali, dressed entirely in leather, roars into the ferry terminal on a custom Harley Davidson softtail…