I remember being fascinated by certain people, usually actors, throughout my life. What did they eat? What did they drink? What did they like for dessert? What TV shows did they watch? Did they listen to Abba, too? I was 7. Naturally, the questions changed as I grew older. What did their staff make them to eat? What good wine could they afford to drink? What TV shows were they on that had potential to make it to series if they weren’t in movies? It was important to know in order to put my mind at ease. How else would they be able to take care of me in the way I wanted? And, finally, were they any good in bed? Obviously they wouldn’t be as talented as me. I was 8.

Celebrities have stopped fascinating me in that same way since then. I’ve met a number of them and they’re just like everybody else. The good ones even want to be treated just like everybody else. You do get your prima donnas, though. Sunglasses indoors? Really? Fortunately, they’re rare. But I did start questioning what it is about someone, not just celebrities, that fascinates me in some way today. Is it the way they look? Is it their body language? Is it the sound of their voice? Their hands? And let’s be honest here for a moment, the sound of one’s voice and a well-manicured set of hands can be very enticing! It’s probably a number of combinations of these and more.

We all have our likes, dislikes and even a few fetishes thrown in for good measure. And no, I’m not going to get into mine here. You want to share a few of yours? If so, I might be willing to share a few of mine. =) But that’s a conversation for a later time.

The very odd thing here isn’t so much who fascinates us–and that can be odd–but rather what happens when we fascinate someone else. Chances are we don’t even know when it happens. We have no clue. And just as we keep it to ourselves, they keep it to themselves, too. Even more bizarre yet, we’re utterly perplexed that someone would even interest themselves in us because there’s no fathomable reason why someone should be remotely curious about our existence. Or is that just low self-esteem on my part talking?

New haircut. Oh, yeah, tooootally dipped in honey!

A friend of mine made the comment last week that some people act like I’m dipped in honey. This totally cracks me up because, first, do you have any idea how difficult it would be to get honey off in the shower? It’d take too long. Not gonna do it and I’m not going to let anyone else do it for me either. Heck, I’d bought edible underwear for the hubby once a very long time ago as a gag gift knowing full well he’d never wear it. The stuff is like a fruit roll-up. Not that he ever put it on just to show me he wasn’t afraid to be kinky.

The shit wore my tongue out trying to get it off his skin once it warmed up.

But, it’s true. Some people are going to be fascinated by us…which is uncomfortable. We’re supposed to be the watchers, not the watched. Would you want to know? I’m not even sure I’d want to know. Okay, I might want to know. Maybe just a hint. Or a Blu-Ray. Or a subtle hint. Something.

I ended up marrying someone who fascinated me. He still does. And the others who I’ve met over the years, including celebrities? I’m polite, friendly, conversational and everything someone should be who doesn’t want or need security called on them. Besides, with the exception of the hubby, the fascination soon subsides. Or, better yet, it turns into something else, namely a friendship.

Seriously, though, dipped in honey? Okay, I can kinda see it. I’m toooootally lickable after showering with a nice Marks & Spencer bath & body gel.

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Kage Alan is  the Tango & Cash watching, Samantha Fox listening author of “A Funny Thing Happened on the Way to My Sexual Orientation,” “Andy Stevenson Vs. the Lord of the Loins” and the first book in a separate series, “Gaylias: Operation Thunderspell.” Yes, he’s watching Tango & Cash. Why? Because, unfortunately, he had to go and buy a used copy on Blu-Ray to replace the one that still hasn’t been returned to him yet. Of course, he still hasn’t gotten back his copy of Children of the Corn yet either. He’ll probably not replace that one, though. Well, maybe. Depends on the price.