I'm still getting the "dear" thing.

"Is that all Dear?"

Today, of all days I get it not once, but three times.

I wonder if I'm giving off some kind of asexual aroma; some kind of anti musk that not only inspires checkout operators but now (apparently) girls in their mid twenties, and pregnant waitresses. Its this all I have to look forward to now?

I suppose it's a loose term of endearment; a safe way of being friendly to someone you don't know... It wouldn't bother me if it wasn't for the fact, well ...
.....that it bothers me.

It's like that episode of "Friends" when Ross has to learn to talk dirty because all he's getting is snuggles from his girlfriend. Especially the part when he fails yet again; only to mention to the other guys he's happy that he got to snuggle...

That is until Joey asks (sarcastically) "How many times"?


Anyhoo............

Dateline Thursday; as the world turns, I find myself typing this mini-rant from a hotel room in Christchurch....
Today it appears that I find myself in the eye of a storm. The quiet is deafening; as I walked through my day it seemed less rushed; steps less forced, words few and far between.

I appreciate these days of calm - they are rare, and if I am to make some changes, days like these can only help in the cognitive processes.

I'm starting with some aftershave - or at least a shave.

I dare you to call me dear one more time - I double dare you !