This week’s words: Leavings Insular (of or relating to an island or islands: dwelling or situated on an island: forming an island: detached; standing alone: narrow-minded or illiberal. Pathology occurring in or characterized by one or more isolated spots, patches, or the like.) Cryophilic (thriving in low temperatures) Melody Radio Fetal Pity China (the material) Headlights Promontory (A high point of land or rock projecting into the sea or other water beyond the line of coast; a headland. A bluff, or part of a plateau, overlooking a lowland.) Spell Fizzle
I’d picked the wrong girlfriend I knew it from the moment I first held her hand. Cold hands, cold feet and worst of all a cold heart. She was a cryophilic, living and breathing through the frostiness of her personality. She loved nothing more than an icy morning frolicking in the snow that had fallen overnight or to my absolute horror a cold shower each morning. Her cryophilic ways were most disturbing and I did begin to wonder what had attracted me to her in the first place.
I could feel all attraction beginning to fizzle out as she subjected me to another of her whims, an ice bath. That was the final straw. She suggested a visit to the promontory and I looked forward to exploring this part of the world. It was a cool day with the wind blowing in off the ocean having previously visited the Antarctic so I was rugged up but she was in a t-shirt and shorts loving every minute of the cold casting its spell over her.
Up until I had met her I had led a very insular life. Being withdrawn and happy in my own little world entering hers had been like a rabbit in the headlights. Big eyed and very vulnerable.
Our relationship had been as if like a bull in a china shop with everything and I mean everything tried out in the first week. She left nothing to the imagination leaving me in no doubt as to her attraction to me.
As we neared the end of the promontory she spied a rock pool. It still had its ice covering and she jumped at the chance to get into it. Urging me to join her she stripped off and plunged in. I am sure there was an element of pity in her voice that day as she took in my reticence at having my body assaulted by the cold that awaited me.
I have to say she looked extremely appealing in the pool, her naked body glistening with the icicles dripping of her pointy bits which were very pointy at that stage. I knew if I entered the pool I was more likely to curl into a fetal position more from embarrassment as I knew my bits wouldn’t be pointy as hers were.
And I was right!
Needless to say as we left the pool after my short stay, shivering and trembling while she did cartwheels of exhilaration illustrating her cryophilistic personality, she left me feeling her body sang a different melody to mine. How could we co-exist like this?
As we drove away that day the radio played what was to become a favourite melody to us: Your Ice Heart is Melting My Will Power.