Girls who wear glasses

I’ve never skied. I was going to give it a try on this trip. However, I’ve had a contact lens emergency. My lenses were dried out after my very long trip in, and I tore off a piece of the left lens when I was taking them out. The next day I was determined to where them anyway, but the torn one was very irritating and ended up migrating behind my eyeball. Then I tore it even more while extricating it. So I am wearing my glasses, which are not quite the right prescription and offer no clear peripheral vision. I think this impaired vision makes skiing seem a bit too risky. Plus, it’s flipping expensive to get a lift ticket and rent all the equipment and get a beginner lesson. Instead, I spent my money on a massage, but more on that later.

Despite the limited vision, I’m kind of liking my glasses. I guess I’m less inclined to hide my wonky intellectual librarian side these days. Tina Fey is an inspiration--she’s smart, funny, fortyish, glasses-wearing and hot. And, even though I still prefer Obama, I appreciated her pro-bitch, pro-Hillary rant.

So I didn’t ski, I just rode the gondola to the top of the mountain. It was perfect--natural beauty without pain or injury. And today I got a Swedish massage from a young, adorable, strong-handed young man with a Northern European accent (perhaps actually Swedish?) I didn’t want him to ever stop. My favorite thing is when he pulled on my arms and fingers. I can’t explain why that feels so good. When it was over I could barely stand up. In short, it was better than 95 percent of the sex I’ve had. A regular good massage from a strong-handed man, coupled with weekly swing-dancing, could fulfill my need for physical contact and attention from men. I’m still hoping for good sex, but massage and dancing make it easy to resist unsatisfying, uninteresting regrettable sex.