Where to start? Following on from a fantastic night with MrUSA Ive had a string of great dates starting with a Gent at his home out of Auckland. Over four hours, a variety of fresh seafood barbequed for dinner, perfect weather, no city noise and very good company. Ill call him Horse Man. This rendezvous has been a number of months in the planning. Some people just click and we did. Im hoping this isnt the last we hear of him.

Pudding Man called last weekend. Im always thrilled to hear from him and was able to book flights to Wellington for Tuesday. We started with a leisurely lunch at Coyotes. Thereafter it was off to investigate a cake shop we’d spotted which happened to have Tiramisu! Required customary stocks of said dessert were purchased before heading home. His home cooked food (yes, the way to this girls heart in definitely through her stomach), tlc and laughing at my jokes is always a treat. But, the orgasms continue to match and exceed any Ive ever had…in my life. Ive talked about great lovers and the importance of intuition. Pudding Man reads me, he gets me, I explode.

He’d organised a bush walk, as is becoming tradition, for Wednesday but by then my body already felt like I’d been walking for days. Intended walk was shortened and I got a few Wellington pictures. I enjoy Pudding man more everytime we meet. So nice, in this business, to develop relationships where you’re completely comfortable with the other. They take time but we’re definitely there. I was in bed awaiting his legendary Eggs Florentine when I took the above pic. Pudding Man is the ghostly figure walking in the door.

Wednesday afternoon I was given download rights on choice of movie for the evening. Ive not seen One Flew over the Cockoos Nest since my teens and had forgotten how fantastic it is. I first saw it at the movies when I was around 10, taken by my parents. It was too much for a 10 year old. Ive never forgotten being deeply upset by the Billy character and had to work hard on reminding myself it was just a movie. Around then the parents also took us to Footloose but we left part way through after they decided we were too young for it! I couldnt wait to see the rest once I grew up! Both have remained favourite movies for the differing impacts on me as a child.

I arrived back Thursday. Friday night was my 6 hours date with an Australian Gent visiting NZ. I’ll call him MrOmOm. He didnt look his claimed 67 years old. This was another date which has been on the cards for a number of months and started with seafood dinner in the city. Back at his I was then treated to over three hours of orgasm - massage - orgasm - massage. Just like that. What can I say? He’d even bought his own massage oil, sheet for protecting the bed and body wash for the lathering I was given in the bath at the end of our evening. All of this on top of some very nice gifts. Thank you, thank you!

Ive said it before…LIFE IS GRAND!

Nice. I’ve been able to clean my balcony of bird poop, my fault for feeding the local pigeons who I now all but share my home with. More than a few guests have been amused by birds traipsing through the living room only to sit and watch proceedings from their perch on my kitchen bench. Max and Mary below. Also caught up on ironing…exciting stuff. Last night Ginger and I had a date with Perfume, a movie showing at the Civic for the film festival. Wow. How is it that a man who murders 12 (and accidentally kills one other) woman is the one you’re sad about when he ‘evaporates’ at the end? I loved and hated it, was on tender hooks for the entire duration with a sense of foreboding that drove me mad. My concerns weren’t unjustified. Going was Gingers idea, she’s read the book so I was given a brief idea of what to expect. Nice evening despite my bad idea to head off for treats after we were seated. The place was packed. It took me too long to find the popcorn stand amidst grave and horror thoughts that perhaps this place didn’t have one. Was it even possible?! I got there but wound up in three wrong cues before getting it right only to realise id dropped my movie ticket so had to forgo my position in correct cue and back track my steps. I found it, a little trampled but a survivor! Returning to correct cue I eventually had my turn at the counter…the popcorn had sold out. Bugger. Popcorn became Cornetto ice-cream. My excursion took 20 minutes, fortunately Perfume was running 10 minutes late and my bottom found seat exactly as the curtain went up. I go to movies about once a year and every time vow to do it more often, even weekly. Love Movies.