3000L. As some of you know, an event really upset me last night, but before I get into that I need to share my “date night” with some of my more
nosey divinely curious friends. 😉 So, Dr. Colon Taylor took me to a local family style restaurant which is, as you know, a good choice for me, since at the more fancy dress up locales I wear spanks, and the need to apply mass quantities a couple of drinks just to be able to carry on a first date conversation makes the entire going to bathroom thing a major debacle. I digress. Things were going amazingly well with Taylor, we talked about family, food likes and dislikes, movies, and books, all the typical stories one talks about when meeting each other for the first time and out of the blue I looked over at him with soulful flirting eyes and asked “So tell me about your job?” (for those reading for the first time, check yesterday’s blog here). As you can imagine, the second the words left my mouth my eyes were big as saucers and my face was fifty shades of red. To hide the red, I grabbed my glass of water and took a huge sip to hide behind the rim. Unfortunately a square cube of ice lodged rather painfully in my throat and I began to choke, yep, the vulturing always attentive waitress happened to be walking by right at that moment and slapped me in the back. Much to my dismay, the nefarious cube dislodged, flew like a Wallenda to land innocently smack dab in the middle of Taylor’s salad. Obviously, at this point, acting like any socially inept person would, I grabbed my purse, headed for the ladies room and prayed in my head there was a window I could crawl out of. Which, of course, there was not. Chagrined and back to an almost normal color I returned to the table, noticing my embarrassment and not wanting me to be uncomfortable, Taylor looks at me, smiles and says “Wow, you nailed it!” We troopered on, and things went remarkably well, in fact so well it leads me to believe my mum warned him about me. I can’t be angry at her though, perhaps all mums should warn potential beaus about their daughters, just in case the daughter has the urge to shiv the date with a plastic spork half way through the meal. But, for this date, the spork stayed long forgotten, that’s got to mean something, right?
That said, let’s talk about my comments last night. I am sorry for them, I was so saddened, but with the morning comes renewed resolve and perspective. When I returned home a friend left me an offline IM that I was now on Market Place for sale. Without thought it deeply upset me and I struggled to sleep last night but I let it go today, this person is worse than a nothing. For one thing, I doubt she could have copied my shape, I am inworld an hour a day weekdays and at the most usually only three hours a day on weekends and I never really go anywhere or see anyone. As for the charitable shows or runway shows I’ve done in the time this rodent has been around, I’ve never worn my shape. Remember? I said the other day that I used to cower from bullies, I think the only one who knew this was my besty Draakje Dailey, but this person used to upset me so much I was scared to be out in public. And since putting my shape for auction to raise money for Wigs for Kids, I’ve worn the alternate shape that has been used on my blog. So I am going to proceed with the auction with a few caveats. I am going to give my shape to anyone who bids 1001L’s or over with all of the Lindens going to Wigs for Kids ( http://www.wigsforkids.org ) and I myself am going to donate 10,000Ls to the cause on top of the Linden’s I have already paid to blog for the 2013 Hair Fair. (yes, I paid for all of the hairs I blogged)
Fell in love with this gown. Amazingly haute couture! Gown: E-Clipse, Hibrid http://maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Morenci/214/198/23 . Mask: La Malvada Mujer, Miao . Hairs: Tuty’s, Mathilda Bob
When I was a child there was this program that had a bracelet that had “WWJD” written on it. The purpose was to remind a person before they made a rash decision, like follow a friend over a bridge, to stop and think and ask yourself “What Would Jesus Do?” I never really needed a reminder, I was a bookish, quiet shy little kid, more made fun of than allowed to be a follower. But my mum, realizing I had demons of my own told me that for children like me, the bracelet was a code of a different sort. It was to remind me that no matter how scared I get, for unique special children the bracelet really meant “The Devil Just Won’t Win.” Take from? sure! This too will pass. The Wigs for Kids will still get money from my shape to purchase wigs for children facing these horrendous often terminal diseases. But more importantly, the devil in Second Life didn’t win, because now the evil person in real life will have to think about what she/he has done every single time they see terminally ill child, or when someone in their own family becomes ill, or possibly even themselves because cancer doesn’t discriminate against evil either. On that day, they will have to look in the mirror or the eyes of their loved one and see their part in trying to take away, to keep from innocent victims, one of the things that might give them hope. Don’t forget the SLURL’s to 2013 Hair Fair are found here: http://hairfair.wordpress.com/ Go, go! you only have until the 28th, 2013!