Remember yesterday when I commented that Rudis has a lot of body heat? Yeah, well, I let go with a super duper Freudian Fact.
What's that you might ask? Why, yes, I shall tell you. As we all know, a Freudian slip is when you say something that comes out completely wrong even though you meant something else. Like the time I was talking about money and contacts and meant to say, "I might as well eat a box of contacts" but instead said, "I might as well eat a box of condoms" to my father. *headslap* Dad is reserved so this didn't go over so well and clearly exposed the truth that his baby Mia is thinking about sex.
Well, I've decided that what happened to me was a Freudian Fact. It's what you are already thinking about someone and though you intend to say an entirely different thing, the fact of what you are actually thinking comes leaping out of your mouth and carries BOTH meanings, perfectly.
Back to Rudis, for whom I'm crushing hugely. Just ask Bron.
I went back the next day to get three more piercings. I'll post the pics tomorrow. Anyway, three more. It could be an excuse to see the lovely man but I do insist that it's also because I just reeeeeally wanted to have these next piercings.
Rudis, being his warm self, leaned over me to clean and prep my ear. Since it's on my left ear, my face is turned into his belly but not quite touching. Almost and yes, I thought about it. That's just how I roll.
I'm laying there as the man plays with my hair (okay, he's brushing it back from my ear, but I'm having a moment here) and dab, dab, dabbing it gently with alcohol. And being tongue-tied, I say to Rudis:
"You are so fucking hot!"
O. M. G! I'm having a sudden flash of horror. Bronwyn's jaw is ON. THE. FLOOR. and I think her eyes popped out of her head.
Mia: Warm. Your body temperature. You're just really warm (ohgodohgodohgod).
Rudis, smirking: Yeah, I get that a lot.
After a minute he added: I have high blood pressure.
Wanted. To. Die.
Maybe also because I'm thinking that really high blood pressure, especially in the morning, would be a lovely, lovely thing to take note of... if you follow me.
So what does my Bron do? She reminds me for the rest of the day that Rudis also does clitoral piercings and wouldn't it be nice if he meticulously dab, dab, dabbed the prep area for me with as much care as he did the pre and post piercing of my ear.
My blood pressure will never be the same.