The Over-Educated Nympho

I was that perverted little kid in the art museums. The one who ran around and groped all the marble statues of naked people.

It seems I was especially fond of the ladies. The boobies, to be exact. I remember one European museum in particular that had an entire gallery devoted to statues of naked people. It was nothing short of pure delight for a perverted little four year-old girl.

I ran from statue to statue, touching every protruding object my little hands could reach. Especially the boobies. Boobies were cool even when I was four years old. I couldn’t get enough of them.

My mother chased me from statue to statue, but I was fast and determined. Two different security guards grabbed my arm and pulled me away. I would pout for about thirty seconds before sprinting off to grope yet another statue.

Normally I was a perfectly-behaved child. “Angelic,” even. But what can I say? In the presence of naked bodies, the nympho in me just had to come out for a little look-see.

Does anyone remember way back in the day, a fantastic and sexy blogger named Witty Sex Kitten? She’s gone now, so it will do little good for me to go on about how wonderful she was. Suffice it to say she was my inspiration for starting Over-Educated Nympho.

I owe a hell of a lot to her. I didn’t realize how much she influenced me when I started, but now that she’s been gone for so long I realize how much I miss reading her blog while I ate my breakfast in the morning–back in the day when I lived with my ex-boyfriend in a beautiful loft apartment and wrote on his fancy Powerbook.

Every time a new reader leaves a comment or a reader emails to ask advice about starting their own blog, I think back to how grateful I was (and still am) to WSK. She was witty, sexy, insightful, and classy. She set the bar really fucking high, and I’m sure many of my original readers remember her (since she was kind enough to refer her readers to me when I was but a wee little blog).

Last I read she moved from Georgetown University back home to California for a job. I tried emailing her once a few months ago but I assume she stopped checking the account once she emptied the WSK blog.

I hope that she’s doing well out there in the world, wherever she may roam.

The following is based on an email I received at work today:

To: Vix
From: IT Guy
Date: January 4, 2007, 10:30am
Subject: Saturday

We should go out this weekend.

IT Guy

No. Just no.

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I hate playing the “Will he call?” game. I really do. That’s why I like to be the one who gets his phone number and does the calling. So he can sit there pretending not to care that the phone isn’t ringing.

In this case with Handsome Nerd, I already have his number. When we parted on New Year’s Eve with throbbing groins, I specifically told HIM to call ME when he got back from the Sugar Bowl. I’ve done enough chasing, it’s his turn to pull some muscles trying to catch up with me.

I think he gets back from New Orleans today, so let’s see if he has the balls to pick up the phone like he said he would. History shows he knows how to work the damn thing, but then again experience also shows a lot can change in twenty-four hours.

I’m not jumping into my lacy thong panties quite yet.

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