She is notorious for dropping sexual innuendos during our Tuesday meetings, and she did it again yesterday.
Until recently, I thought she did this by accident; now I’m not so sure.
She seems to like shocking people. It shocked me. But I’m not sure if it shocked the owner who is often in the meeting with us. If anyone else noticed, their expressions didn’t show it.
This time she talked about some of the guys she wrote about this week and the “hanky-panky” that went on with them behind the band stand.
Almost every week, she alludes to some sexual activity at the meeting.
One previous time, she talked about elderly woman at the senior center telling the other seniors she just wanted to get a good fuck. Then, of course, there is the famous pizza man story, about a play in which one or more women ordered pizza and then raped the delivery man when he came.
This time my body language must have given me away even though I tried to hide it.
I must be a prude and I wonder if she gets off on getting to me, here or in her blogs.
Of course, I have in the past misread some of her poetry, and I remember how upset she got when both me and her stalker misread the same poem (proving she was still conversing with him, even when she said she was not). Since then, I’ve made a concerted effort to try and “get” what her poems are about, even though I’m sure I don’t always get it right. And I try not to react in anyway that will let her know she got to me – especially those angry poems in late June and early July. Why give her the satisfaction?
I’m still stung over the forgiveness poem. Fortunately, I’ve not spoken to her in several months except dealing with official business, and not much of that.
I thought I caught her glancing at me after her hanky-panky remark, as if needing me to react, or maybe I’m just mistaken.
Every time I think we’ve reached a level of peace, she does something or posts something to suggest otherwise.
I suspect she really, really hates me.
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