Yesterday (Thursday) was a crazy day. Very busy at work and then the local management took us out to have dinner on one of those boats that make cruises on the Nile. So, fancy dinner and short Nile cruise! The food was good, the belly dance was entertaining and everybody was merry so I guess the evening was a success. The rest of the people continued the evening in a bar but I preferred to return to the hotel as I felt tired and wanted some time alone. Also, I do not drink or smoke so sitting in a smoky bar, while other people get more or less tipsy and I only drink espresso is not my idea of a perfect evening.
As always, I was fascinated with the belly dance. Every time it has the same effect on me and every time I promise myself that I will take classes and be able to perform it enchantingly. I don’t know what it is – the music, the dancer’s lascivious waist and belly moves fascinate me. It’s a powerful seducing instrument, that’s for sure … So womanlike, so feminine. If I needed to seduce my man, this is what I would try in the bedroom confinement (apart from intelligent conversation, of course). Last night, however, I was very sad to learn that I would need to put on a lot of fat around the waist in order to be able to be a good belly dancer. Which statement I tend to take face value because all belly dancers that I have ever seen were chubby. So there must be some truth in it. I am not sure if I really want to pay this price, though.
And while I am still on this subject, I have recently started to wear skirts more often. This was a suggestion from a male friend, which I wanted to try for my amusement. The effect is, indeed, incredible and is two fold. First, I feel differently – at the beginning it felt quite awkward, as I have never been a skirt girl and I feel incredibly comfortable and secure in trousers (office or play – jeans, etc.). Therefore, wearing stockings and skirts most of the time made me feel quite vulnerable, almost helpless. Additionally, I noticed a certain change in the men around me. It seems that they suddenly feel the need to be more considerate and protective. Is this good?
This morning, L, M (the other M) and I were supposed to meet up at 9 in the hotel lobby and find our guide to go to the pyramids. M had a plane to catch early afternoon which didn’t actually leave us with too much time on our hands. Just enough for a visit to the pyramids and sphinx, the traditional visit to the papyrus shop and a souvenir shop. Both L and I had done all this before and for us the excitement was somewhat diminished. For M, however, this was his first time in Cairo so he was all eyes. Unfortunately for him, he only had two days here. After the papyrus and souvenir shops, M dropped us off at the hotel on his way to the airport.
L and I had coffee and ice-cream in the hotel coffee shop. During the conversation I found out that L separated from his wife. This came as a total shock as I had met his wife and they seemed happy and had not been married long. Life is treacherous, these things happen so often. And it’s sad.
My afternoon was spent in the room, mainly sleeping and texting. I was down with a bad migraine which prevented me from accompanying the guys on the visit to the Coptic Church, the souk and the Egyptian restaurant as it had been planned. While I regret having missed those, I really appreciated the time alone and, not least, the nap I took which nearly cured my migraine.
It’s dark now. I am feeling better, the splitting headache has somewhat subsided. I am writing this blog post, listening to Natalie Imbruglia and waiting for a message from someone to tell me that he made it home safely, on his bike, in the pouring rain.
As always, I was fascinated with the belly dance. Every time it has the same effect on me and every time I promise myself that I will take classes and be able to perform it enchantingly. I don’t know what it is – the music, the dancer’s lascivious waist and belly moves fascinate me. It’s a powerful seducing instrument, that’s for sure … So womanlike, so feminine. If I needed to seduce my man, this is what I would try in the bedroom confinement (apart from intelligent conversation, of course). Last night, however, I was very sad to learn that I would need to put on a lot of fat around the waist in order to be able to be a good belly dancer. Which statement I tend to take face value because all belly dancers that I have ever seen were chubby. So there must be some truth in it. I am not sure if I really want to pay this price, though.
And while I am still on this subject, I have recently started to wear skirts more often. This was a suggestion from a male friend, which I wanted to try for my amusement. The effect is, indeed, incredible and is two fold. First, I feel differently – at the beginning it felt quite awkward, as I have never been a skirt girl and I feel incredibly comfortable and secure in trousers (office or play – jeans, etc.). Therefore, wearing stockings and skirts most of the time made me feel quite vulnerable, almost helpless. Additionally, I noticed a certain change in the men around me. It seems that they suddenly feel the need to be more considerate and protective. Is this good?
This morning, L, M (the other M) and I were supposed to meet up at 9 in the hotel lobby and find our guide to go to the pyramids. M had a plane to catch early afternoon which didn’t actually leave us with too much time on our hands. Just enough for a visit to the pyramids and sphinx, the traditional visit to the papyrus shop and a souvenir shop. Both L and I had done all this before and for us the excitement was somewhat diminished. For M, however, this was his first time in Cairo so he was all eyes. Unfortunately for him, he only had two days here. After the papyrus and souvenir shops, M dropped us off at the hotel on his way to the airport.
L and I had coffee and ice-cream in the hotel coffee shop. During the conversation I found out that L separated from his wife. This came as a total shock as I had met his wife and they seemed happy and had not been married long. Life is treacherous, these things happen so often. And it’s sad.
My afternoon was spent in the room, mainly sleeping and texting. I was down with a bad migraine which prevented me from accompanying the guys on the visit to the Coptic Church, the souk and the Egyptian restaurant as it had been planned. While I regret having missed those, I really appreciated the time alone and, not least, the nap I took which nearly cured my migraine.
It’s dark now. I am feeling better, the splitting headache has somewhat subsided. I am writing this blog post, listening to Natalie Imbruglia and waiting for a message from someone to tell me that he made it home safely, on his bike, in the pouring rain.
2 comments:
So, wearing skirts and belly dancing - is this a change in mind set? And where I wonder could this have come from? To have discovered that men are more solicitous if you are more feminine, this does not surprise me at all. This male appreciates a girl who is confident and enjoys her own femininity. I suppose this ties in with the allure of belly dancing which is amongst the utmost acts in flaunting femininity. I am sure that being well padded is not a requirement except in arab countries where the perfect female form is slightly more substantial than in the west. A good belly dancer also holds forth the promise of a fit bed companion :-)
Yes, it is a definite change in mind set ... Belly dance classes will follow :-) X
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