my hair color

A little peek into this woman’s world:

I use to go to the salon to get my hair colored until a couple years ago.  I enjoyed the monthly pampering, but I was getting less and less pleased with the results. 

I decided to color my hair at home. I have tried many brands and formulations starting with the most expensive, (thinking you get what you pay for.) Still not satisfied, I kept trying until I found one I liked, working my way down the price range. 

I finally found one that ends up the color I was looking for, gives me complete coverage, and makes my hair feel soft. In less than an hour I can freshen up my color and shine. It makes me feel good.  

As I was coloring my hair yesterday, I thought about how good it is to be a woman and get away with pampering myself. It also crossed my mind that I can share a few things about me, (like my hair color,) and still keep my identity anonymous. 

I like doing my own facials and painting my own nails. I have strong nails and I keep them long naturally. If I am in a big city waiting on my husband while he attends a meeting, I will get a manicure just for the pampering, but I always like the results better when I do it  myself. 

I like being a woman… buying panties and bras.  I like buying bras more than I like wearing them.   It is rare for me to get out of a department store with out buying something from the lingerie department. It doesn’t matter if it is Macy’s or WalMart. lol. Then about four or five times a year I end up buying some more erotic lingerie online. 

Like many women, I like shoes. My husband would be happy with a pair of sneakers, a pair of dress shoes, (and being an outdoors man,) a couple pair of boots.  He has more than that, because I buy them.  lol. I can’t even tell you how many pair I have.  Half of them are black, from flip flops with sparkles to boots. 

I have never been into clothes and fashions like a lot of women. Instead, I really like my jeans.  I have the bare necessities in office clothes… but my wardrobe is mostly some jeans, quite a few shoes, and lots of lingerie. 

I like trying new pampering lotions, nail color, and hair products. 

As much as I like the girly stuff… I am at home in the garden, with dirt under my nails, and my hair in a ponytail. I like to fish and hike with my family. I live in the woods in the middle of nowhere.  If there was just one thing I could do every day, it would be sitting on my deck over looking my gardens and the creek with a cup of coffee or tea.  In the winter I settle for a looking out the windows.

Yes, flirting is a womanly essence. OK, I admit we don’t solely own this one. It belongs to both genders.

Flirting can be so much fun!  It is playful, provocative, teasing, and yes, nurturing. People read it as, “I noticed you.” “You have my attention.” “I like you.” “I am attracted to you.” “I want you to like me.” Carried further, it will communicate intense sensual feelings without having to say anything direct.

A new couple can effortless be creative and find ways to communicate across the room with flirting gestures. The eyes alone can say so much. Adding little sneaky touches and gestures can build excitement and anticipation. We should not lose our creativity just because we have spent 25 years together, and we haven’t.

We still find opportunities to send coy messages to each other. Without realizing it we have developed our own  love language. Some of it is words, and some of it is body language. 

For instance, my DH knows what is on my mind, if while he is pumping gas, I go into the convince store and come out sucking a tootsie pop. He will look up, see me with it, chuckle and smile.  I set the stage for this a while back when I teased him at an impossible time, and he had to refuse my advances.  I went into the store and bought a chocolate tootsie Pop, (because chocolate has its own message,) and came out and sat beside him and sensually ate the sucker. I make it a point not to wear this one out. Every time I have done this, I get his sexy chuckle and a smile, which do me a world of good.

For twenty-five years, he has run his finger down the center of my back. If someone sees this, they would think he is trying to give me the chills. But… we know he is really doing a bra check. He is checking to see if he feels a strap. It is not so much the bra check itself, as it is letting me know what is on his mind. I know he wants me, and that makes me feel good.

He is allergic to perfume, but I have found one that is more of a scented oil and does not bother him. It does not last long, but I try to make it a point to put it on when it counts. There is a definite association between that scent and our lovemaking. This makes it possible to flirt just by wearing that scent. It says, “Watch out boy, her she comes.. she’s a man eater.” 

Of course flirting does not have to pertain to sexual advances. Sometimes he just comes up behind me, lifts my hair and softly kisses the back of my neck. He strokes my hair back down and walks away. The moment is so tender. If I can, I stop what I am doing, and run after him to get a hug.

We still hold hands, and we still play footsie under the table. He will take our folded hands up to his mouth and kiss my hand. I will do the same thing, except instead of kissing his hand I will give him a quick suck on his fingertip. We still make googley eyes across the room and cast sly smiles. We blow sneaky kisses or lick our lips.

He has from day one, never let our children sit or walk between us. He always says, “That is mommy’s place.” The children have turned it into a game. They will purposely take my place next to him if I get up. Then when I get back, they smile and pretend to resist. We call them “horners” when they do this for trying to “horn in.” It is always an occasion to laugh. It may seem like just a game, but this one ritual has seated his love deep in my heart. It makes me want to kiss him, and I usually do it. Then the kids do their obligated “Ewe..,” and we laugh and smile. Our eyes meet and silently say, “I love you.”

All of this flirting has only intensified over the last three months. Our ANR has brought its own flirting gestures and language. Afterwards, I giggle and he chuckles. We smile. Then my milk lets down. lol