All the goldfish survived the winter. I was tossing in a bit of fish food and watching them when I noticed a snail in the pond too. How it got there I have no idea. I read that they came come when you buy pond plants. But, we haven't bought any plants except for one last summer. I counted at least five snails when I looked for them. I don't know what kind they are or if I should get rid of some, how many are too many? Anyway, interesting to find them living in the pond. If they are purely scavengers they are welcome, tons of dead leaves in the pond for them to feast on. But, if they eat the fresh growth we will have a problem. There are only two waterlilies in our pond and one is pretty sensitive. Anyway, will see how the new tenant works out. I took a photo, if anyone knows what kind of snail it is let me know.

I'm taking part in the ProBlogger 31 Day Challenge to a Better Blog. On the second day, the assignment is to create a list post. Among the reasons for making a list post are readers who skim rather than read. I know about this type of reader as I do it a lot myself. So here is my list post:

Weird/ Odd Art Forms I Like

• ASCII Art
• Assemblage Art
• Urban and Rural Exploration - Not sure it is really an art form but the photos are.
• Art Dolls
• Art Cars
• Pixel Art
• Glue Books - Basically, what used to be called scrapbooks before scrapbooks became so commercialized.
• Little People Photos
• Found and Recycled Art
• Mail Art
• Paper Cutting
• Shadow Sculpture
• Latte Art
• Field Art
• Silhouettes

I found an article about this same idea on Web Urbanist. Do you know of any weird and/ or odd forms of art?

There is a side, well more like a facet really as sides seems so limited in number, anyway, there is a facet to me which I don't talk about much in this blog. I used to talk about it more often. But, I haven't had anything new to say. Not the Witch stuff but the kinky stuff. Yes, the ever naughty sounding BDSM. If you have to ask what the initials mean, go ask your Mother. Ask her anyway, just to see what she says. My Mother would give me that kind of disappointed look and wonder how I can be so old fashioned on one hand and yet like something which to her is so alien and just, bad, for lack of a better or shorter word. A lot of people think BDSM is bad, just wicked, evil stuff for yet more of the devil worshipers who are all going to hell anyway. Sometimes it really is convenient not to believe in hell.

Having blabbed all that. Mainly just to give you some space before pulling out the big guns... I have met someone who actually is interesting. Yes, I've said that a time or twelve. But this time it isn't someone who replied to my ad, penis in hand (often literally I think). I replied to his ad. So we have not met face to face yet. This weekend he has plans to be sledding with friends so it won't happen right away. We met because he is looking for someone who likes kinkiness. He isn't looking for a relationship and that is fine with me. I don't really want anything so serious and heavy. I don't want to make promises or be expected to use the big L word any time soon. I'm kind of fed up with the dating plan.

So I will just enjoy a man. I don't know if I have ever done that, not since my husband when things were still pretty new between us. Before immigration, jobs and other stuff complicated things.

I don't know how many women have ever dominated a man. In any kind of way, not just a sensual way. It is a LOT of fun. I'm not some butchy, demoness, bitch type. People usually describe me as sweet and nice and all that other stuff. I like being that way, not so much what it does for my reputation but I'd rather be nice than the other option. But, when it comes to dominating a man in this way, you really do have to try it, at least once in your life. There is such a power in it. Such a thrill and a charge of energy in leading him around and having him behave at the end of your stick. Not that I am into anything harsh or messy in a yucky way. Water and oils are about the only liquid substance involved.

Of course it helps a lot that I've seen a photo of him and he is lovely looking, a kind, nice face and tall. He even says he is kind of shy. That just works along so well with my wicked, evil plans.

Anyway, I am undecided about how much to post here. Not everyone wants to read about sensuality and wickedness, even if it is fun. Still, this is my blog and I do think women would really enjoy this if they weren't set against it just because their Mother's told them it was bad, disgusting, and downright yucky.

I will say that it is not about sex itself. I think people who spurn it on principle imagine orgies and whips and a lot of really casual sex. It isn't that unless the people involved do all of that. Mostly it is about foreplay, for some it is lifestyle as they live it rather than think of it as something they do leading to sex. I'm somewhere in there. I don't plan to have sex with someone I have just met on a first date but I may make him squirm a little. Just for fun, for the power of being able to do so if I choose to be wicked.

Conversation was interesting. He talked on and on which was good in this case. But he hardly looked at me. Kept looking out the window away from me. It was strange. I always look people in the eye when I talk to them. A few times he asked what I thought about him/ where I wanted to go from there with him. He's the same guy who sent me two digital photos of his cock and then apologized. So he is looking for a commitment for sex but trying to pretend he has more to offer. Meanwhile he didn't bring me so much as a flower or offer to buy me a second coffee or say anything complimentary about me. Couldn't even look at me during the conversation. There was nothing about him or his actions that made me want to jump into bed with him.

These are my real comments about a date I went on last night. This was a man I had tried to meet 3 times before this but each time something happened. Once he was late and I had already left. The other times he did not show up but had valid reasons. Anyway, last night he was there. Said he was nervous and talked almost non-stop. But I was glad for that as I didn't feel any romantic interest right from the start and it was easy to sit back and listen rather than try to fill in empty spaces.

No romance. He didn't even look at me when he talked, just short glimpses to test if I was still there I guess. I think the one thing that shows the character of the date was when he (fiddling with his own glasses) turned to look at my face for a moment and asked me if I wear glasses. They were on my face, not hidden by hair, and I had been wearing them the whole time as mine are not reading glasses.

As a date it was not a disaster. A disaster would have been something aggressive I think. Or something where I left with coffee or something spilled all over me. As a date it was sad, a sad excuse for romance or passion or even mild human interest. Each of the men I have tried to meet through dating have been the same kind of story. They don't really put any effort into the whole thing but like a spoiled little boy they still think they have every reason to expect a treat at the end. As if treats are just handed out automatically to every spoiled boy who actually shows up.

Being that I am the treat I don't see any reason to give myself away to spoiled boys who can't offer at least a little romance, show a little real interest and see me as a person rather than a tool or a candy treat. I think every single woman in this day and age has a story or nine about the same kind of behaviour. So lets write them down and post them to your blog of choice. Women tend to not say too much when they really feel let down by other people. Maybe that is why men think their behaviour is perfectly acceptable and can't be bothered to even try to make themselves seem desirable any more. Write about it and post your link here so we can share stories back and forth.

Good luck on any and all future dating endeavours.

The date tonight was a no show. I had a pretty strong feeling he was going to not show up or cancel (preferred option as I didn't really NEED to freeze waiting for the bus to and from). But, I showed up cause I had said I would.

I did think he might come. We had been talking about a mutual interest in the paranormal, local history and the old buildings. But, I was there early and waited until quarter after when I had to leave to catch the bus home. (Didn't really want to spend a half hour waiting for the next one).

On the plus side, I did finish the book I was reading and the coffee I got at the Second Cup was pretty good. Not as good as the caramelo flavour or the latte would have been. I decided to try something else.

Update: It is 3:30 AM and I am at my sister's house, just finishing the last of my laundry. It has gotten way behind with Sears not getting the new machine working for so long. I am happy to feel clean, warm clothes again, especially when they are my own and not the laundry I have done for my sister's family here. Anyway, I did hear from my Friday evening date. He was just late. Actually, must have missed me by the barest minute. I left at quarter after. Poked around, taking a few photos of the lights on main street. Then headed up to catch the bus. He got there about 18 minutes after. My coffee cup was still on the table even. So we will try again.

Funny how the same thing happened last week with a different guy. In that case he started talking about sex, sex, sex and sex and when I didn't have the right answers for him he just forgot I existed. I am sure that is why I decided I was stood up again tonight rather than waiting until tomorrow to be sure. I did check email just before I left Barrie to come out here tonight though. That was about 8:30. So I wasn't too quick to jump to conclusions. Quick enough maybe, on messy, snowy night. But, I didn't blow a gasket at least.

I am so tired now. Just need to flip the last load into the dryer. I really hope the dryer from Sears works and that is not the next thing I need to deal with. I want a break. One day without problems I didn't cause. Really, doesn't is seem fair that you should only have to deal with the stuff you have messed up yourself? Isn't that enough?

Nightie night.