It's TMI Tuesday, Mr DeMille. I'm ready for my close up.

1. Stubble... good or bad? How often do you shave?
Stubble on a boy = very very good. Hot. Smokin’ hot. My affection for all things hirsute is well documented here.

As for me, I shave my legs every day. I’m in Florida. Don’t go two days without wearing shorts. Seriously. And I gave up pantyhose years ago.

2. If someone shoves you up against a wall while kissing you, your reaction is... exceedingly and enthusiastically positive. That would be a very, very good thing. For both parties. Yes indeed.

3. Did you ever own a fake ID?

No, actually I didn’t. When I was of the age to be concerned about such things, one could legally drink at 19. Plus, honestly, underage drinking wasn’t such the taboo back then that it is now. I had no problem acquiring my beverage of choice -- which in those days was Lambrusco -- even in high school. Plus, I was always afraid I would be the one person who was busted with the fake ID.

4. What was your first job?
Aside from babysitting, my first real job was as a lifeguard/water safety instructor. Which is a fancy term for teaching swimming lessons. Held that one the summer between high school and college. Still might be the best job I ever had. I worked the late shift, which started at 2 pm. The pool was then closed from 4:30 - 7 for Masters swim practice. I would teach two swim classes and then close things up at 9 o’clock. My boyfriend would meet me after work and we’d go out until my curfew. I could sleep in, run errands and still have plenty of time to start my routine all over again. Plus, I was in amazing shape and had a killer tan. What more could a girl want in a job?

5. What is the sexiest word in the English dictionary?
Desire. Followed closely by imagination. And passion.

6. Are you left handed or right handed? Which direction does the top of your head lean when you kiss on the lips?
Right and right.

7. Females: Which breast is larger?
The left one. But only by about thismuch.

Bonus (as in optional): Define sexy?
Sexy starts always always always in the brain for me. It’s an attitude -- confidence without arrogance, self-awareness without pretense, wit without effort, intelligence without smugness. It’s a gleam in the eye, a hint of a sly smile, a slight swagger in the walk. Make me laugh. Make me think. I’m yours.


SusanD said...

I love tmi Tuesday here. But, seriously, Lambrusco?? At that age?

citizen jane said...

Ah -- the Lambrusco I guzzled was akin to sangria -- not the good stuff at all. It was sweet, like an alcoholic kool-ade. Cheap and yummy -- but boy did it stain when spilled on white oxford cloth shirts when your friend slammed on the brakes so she wouldn't run a red light in front of the po-po.

Jen of A2eatwrite said...

I think you and I must have grown up around the same time. In NY, it was 18, then I went to Pittsburgh for college and it was 20, I think.

And in those days, yeah, I think you got in more trouble for a fake ID than for underage drinking.

citizen jane said...

I think you are right about our parallel growing-up, jen. The drinking age in FL was raised to 21 in 1984... I was "grandfathered" in, having been technically legal when I turned 19 the year before.

And now it's obvious how old I am... ;-)

one_muse said...

HAHAHA--for me it was Bolla Suave, baby! But oh Lord, I remember Lambrusco! Hope your Easter was happy, honey bunny.

Jill said...

Hi, Jane: It's "mrstreme" from Sean's Pop Life blog. Just thought I would check out your blog since we have such similar music tastes (and English majors!).

Looking forward to reading the chat tonight.

Take care,

citizen jane said...

one_muse, I also know of the delight of Bolla Suave. What were we thinking? Thank goodness our taste has improved cough*tequila*cough

And Hi Jill! I just checked your blog out as well -- what a lovely serendipity. I'm thinking about jumping in, albeit late, on the Spring Reading Challenge -- what a great idea!

And yes, the chat tonight should be a riot, as always...