Tonight I was asked if I am a Dominatrix. Which makes me laugh. Not because it's such a ridiculous notion. On the contrary, I am quite the dominant gal, at least in most circumstances.
Give me an inch, and dude, I will take a mile (or at least, another 6 inches, or maybe 10, if you got it). But lately, for some reason, I've become quite the pussy. I am not taking matters into my own hands, which earlier this week felt to me like "making smart decisions", but here I am, 2 dirty martinis and 2 Bud Lites into the evening, and I am thinking that "smart decisions" actually equals "being a pussy".
I pride myself on normally holding the reins on my life. I make things happen, I am a go-getter, especially when it comes to men. ESPECIALLY. I see it, I want it, I have it. Or at least I try, super duper hard to have it.
I am a trouble maker. I like to make trouble, not enough to *get* me into trouble, but I definitely enjoy shaking things up for myself a tad. Instead, I find that lately I am waiting for things to happen, waiting for moves to be made, waiting for fate to make the decisions for me, and it's really fucking annoying.
I'll just keep telling myself that I'm making "smart decisions", and leave it at that.