24 Hours with Mr CFA...

So Mr CFA himself, aka Sex On Legs, was down this week…

(He has graduated from SOL to Mr CFA, as the latter more respectfully praises his accomplishments. Paycheck Daddy would be so proud to know that all of that intensive and far over priced education has finally paid off - and so we upgrade SOL to a well deserved title within this here blog, for the pleasure of you dear PD)

Intriguing how his trip CT side coincided with my leave from “the agency”. He left his fellow contingent behind this time, for a bout of Tête-à-Tête, Crasshlet style.

And style, oh, we did….

Drinks, dinner, a limo ride to nowhere, a day of spa pampering, enjoyed every moment as much by him as by I, and a bout of golf, culminating in lunch the following day, on “the estate”…

This man knows how to entertain… it comes with the territory. Overbearing collagen Mommy has her very own entertainment guidebook, and Paycheck Daddy wrote the rules on 20-something ultimate seduction.

And as much as I do adore, and as much as my local krew thoroughly approve of Mr CFA and his dynamic expertise, as much as Peach would instantly lurch towards him even in her sober state, I cant help but feel that to this man - women are just accessories.

There were no stareathons this time around, no hushed giggles from the krew of OMG… are those pecks real? No what ifs, no why nots, no bullshit!!! Just two old friends - taking time out for one-another.

If this is life - I’m happy to shuffle along dazed and confused, if shuffling equates to entertainment of such great heights…