The Men and Me

A new, fantasy blog series by Green Monkey

Because I still toy with the idea of becoming a 
Harlequin Romance Novelist


(Adult Content not suitable for some, thirst quenching for others)

Meet Fiona, the one that got a way.  A fantastic, single lady who found herself fifth in line on the Sex and the City catwalk. 

She is creative, clever, quirky and competitive.  

By trade she is a "dream home" interior designer who is well known for her eclectic, non-gender specific, euro classic flair and striking use of pallet.  Her personal care and attention to detail has earned her success and praise from a flock of high end clientele.

She will spend hours fondling fabric, ribbon, bobbles and bead - anything that combines texture and color but is not worn.  

She has a vast assortment of white shirts that she arranges according to their style and distress. 

She believes her antique jewelry collection holds memories that bleed into her daily life. 

She is 5 ft 4 but projects 5 ft 11 – in flats.   

At first sight, I expect you to loath her.  My task will be to get you to relate to her on some level.

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In Fiona’s words:  

My number one passion is men.  

My favorite type of man is one that appears, on the outside, to be strong but, on the inside, can be molded into everything I want … today. 

I run away from anyone that looks tailor-made or, makes my palms sweat.   

I like one man on my arm and another at arms length.  

As I single woman, I firm up weekend, man-plans by Wednesday.  

I am a great date.  I will have you convinced that you are the most important person in the room before you finish your first drink.   

When I was married, I made certain I had a playmate waiting before I closed the door.   

Now that I am almost 40, with three failed marriages behind me - I divide my men into categories of: 

• Men I have been intimately involved with and remain friends
• Men I am friends with
• Men I date
• Men I fantasize about

Sometimes, the lines blur. 

I can't imagine my life without a man, but that’s not to say that they define me.   They are more like a hobby.

I enjoy torturing myself with men I can’t have. Once I get them, I am no longer interested.  

I demand respect from men.  I never have casual sex, or casual anything for that matter.  If its not all about me, I flee.   

Men have fooled me but I have learned from my mistakes. Even so, I’ve gone out of my way to punish each and every one of them, and yet, I never hold a grudge. 

When this fantasy series begins,  Fiona is focused on Bruce, aka “Beach Rat,” a toy from her 20’s that she has played with, off and on, for over 20 years.

I shop for men like most women shop for clothes.  Since my man adorns me, I’ll pick one that fits each special occasion.   

Bruce fit hazy, late night trysts and lusciously long, summer days on the beach of my youth.

He was my first, if I had allowed myself to, love. 

Bruce is married now with a brood of five, freckled, fair skinned, children all under the age of 12.  He lives behind a white picket fence in a quiet, coastal, Connecticut community.  

He tells me his wife is frigid, frumpy, frugal, and well bred.  

I know, she holds the purse strings in one hand, the scruff of their children's neck in the other, and the security that comes from having both.

He is focused on the life he lost and lives in the shadow of his offspring's, bloodline bright, future.   

He is tall, athletic, and attractive.  Still.   

If only I could forget what it felt like to wake up beside him.  To make love to him - with eyes open, lights on - my legs and arms wrapped around him while he straddles me from the side of his, extra long, twin bed.  If I could wipe his moan from my memory - his stance, the long blink of his calm blue eyes - then perhaps I would choose to peruse more attainable men.

Despite the fact that he is trapped, or maybe because of it, he cannot be manipulated, no matter how hard I try.  I am the only thing he is in charge of and still, can’t have.   

Dear Bruce,  

I want you to devour me, explore me, sleep beside me, wake with me… talk to me. I can’t do anything, especially you, lightly and I will not share you.   Therefore, it’s best you look the other way when our paths cross and I will do my best to make certain your eyes cannot escape mine.  

Love, Your Fiona

Next in line, The Senator's Son

To be continued…

Green Monkey Tales © 2010 Shannon E. Kennedy 
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