"Hubbell, it's Katie."

Have you ever cried during sex? I have, not a lot but it has happened.

When I'm "caught" of course I lie. I've always tried my best to hide it but sometimes depending on how you wind up, the tears role in a bad position and then you can't get to them because your hands are God knows where, so you hear him say "are you crying?" Busted! Honestly this doesn't happen often, how could it, after all? So, what do I say? "YEAH??? WTF is that about?" or "It's nothing, happens sometimes just an emotional release....women?"

Why do I really cry? Sometimes, just for a second, my head interrupts the fun that my body is having. (at least when it is having fun) Once my brain goes there, my heart shifts into immediate reaction and triggers the tear.

Where does my brain go for that two seconds? To the reality of the situation, to the heart of the matter. To the fact that this has nothing to do with love. To the knowledge that it's possible I could have a brown paper bag over my head and it wouldn't make a damn bit of difference. To the reality that I am not special.

But more than that...neither is he.

I Could Spend my Whole Day Through Just Watching you.

I simply adore people watching. Strangers that is, not a stalker! I could do it all day and I have.

When I graduated Art School me and my friend did almost all of the Art Shows at the shore. It was fun, we made a couple of bucks, met other artists, swapped art, got a tan, and had an excuse to rent a motel room.

You're typical win win.

Normally I would find myself sitting on the railing if there was one, working on my tan and watching the people.It made the day fly, sales made the day fly too, but people watching was easier. Well, I learned how to act at an art/craft show at least, the do's and don'ts as it were. But lets get back to people watching.

Another great place to people watch is at Trade Shows and Weddings, I have taken up smoking at weddings so I can go out and mingle and feel at one with the other smokers. Turns out it's a special private club, and a great reason to excuse yourself when you find you are bored to tears. Wish I had started it years ago.

You need to be discreet, if they know you are watching they show off, sometimes I start up a ridiculously personal conversation, especially with young people. I feel I am at the age that I can finally get away with it without fear that someone thinks I'm trying to pick them up.

So next time you go out I'll be the one not paying attention, but watching every movement.
Don't be fooled there are many of us.