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Sex Chekhov.
While dictionary browsing, I found this:
sex kitten n (1958): a young woman with conspicuous sex appeal
I want a sex kitten.
Now let me unpack that a bit. I don't want in the sense of ownership. Nor do I want an actual kitten to have sex with (thank you very much gutter-minded ones). But I would like to date some one with conspicuous sex appeal.
I found it interesting that, even as I let my lizard brain do the thinking, I didn't want to go out and find someone solely on the basis of their perceived "sexiness," instead I wanted to find someone brilliant and beautiful and then be lucky enough for her to be a sex kitten as well. It's almost the inverse of![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
swisscheesed's "Well, it's nice that you have a brain," where it's the brain that's the pleasant afterthought.
Speaking of brains and beauty, I sent an email to T. (who, though not outwardly sex-kittenish, is very smart and cute and pretty and stop me before I blather) asking her out for a bite. I haven't been able to replace my Bowl tickets yet because the box office tends to be open only when I'm asleep. I'm sending my parents on a mission tomorrow, though. (They're seeing Pink Martini while I sleep off a postponed MSExcel class. My only consolation is that I have box seats! Ha!)
In other news, I finished an Enigma flat that I've been working on since May, and work has been very busy, preventing me from sending constructive criticism toveek on the RolandHT paper she is soon to present. (Short version: It R0X0R5.) My sleep is back to normal, but it won't stay that way unless I go to bed now. There's one last thing I've been working on, but I'm going to put that in a separate entry.
Night all.
sex kitten n (1958): a young woman with conspicuous sex appeal
I want a sex kitten.
Now let me unpack that a bit. I don't want in the sense of ownership. Nor do I want an actual kitten to have sex with (thank you very much gutter-minded ones). But I would like to date some one with conspicuous sex appeal.
I found it interesting that, even as I let my lizard brain do the thinking, I didn't want to go out and find someone solely on the basis of their perceived "sexiness," instead I wanted to find someone brilliant and beautiful and then be lucky enough for her to be a sex kitten as well. It's almost the inverse of
swisscheesed's "Well, it's nice that you have a brain," where it's the brain that's the pleasant afterthought.Speaking of brains and beauty, I sent an email to T. (who, though not outwardly sex-kittenish, is very smart and cute and pretty and stop me before I blather) asking her out for a bite. I haven't been able to replace my Bowl tickets yet because the box office tends to be open only when I'm asleep. I'm sending my parents on a mission tomorrow, though. (They're seeing Pink Martini while I sleep off a postponed MSExcel class. My only consolation is that I have box seats! Ha!)
In other news, I finished an Enigma flat that I've been working on since May, and work has been very busy, preventing me from sending constructive criticism to
veek on the RolandHT paper she is soon to present. (Short version: It R0X0R5.) My sleep is back to normal, but it won't stay that way unless I go to bed now. There's one last thing I've been working on, but I'm going to put that in a separate entry.Night all.
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Two days until I leave for conf, and six until I give above-mentioned paper. Yeep. It's people like you who are keeping me going.