Vroom Vroom

Dear hearts,

Miss Christine is quite the Minx. We all know that. This is part of her charm, and part of the reason she is Miss Mich's Muse.

We both have stories to tell. Not many of them polite, admittedly, but all of them scandalous, assuredly. If Miss Mich has her charms, then Miss C has hers too. And we both just love comparing notes.

So this, Dear hearts, hot off the press and with the gracious sanction of the lady herself.

Miss Mich and Miss Christine decided early on in the new year, that 2010 being the Year of the Tiger meant it was Bravery all round. Note the Capital letter.

Which can mean trying new things. Miss Mich as you know, is an all or nothing girl. I’m either in. Or out. Miss Christine, it must be said, is somewhat similar.

So in she dived. The online search for love is so very popular. What could, arguably, be safer than browsing for potential online..

With the Macedonian distracted and the Arab in Bali, Miss Christine found herself a little something to amuse herself. A distinguished David Niven look alike if you will. Similar charm, similar look and a bright red Ferrari in the garage.

Vroom Vroom.

And so terribly keen. A whirlwind week of dinners in the East, drinks in town and repeated requests for G/friend status kept Miss Christine’s interest piqued and her calendar full. Just what she needed. Between you and I, Dear hearts, she did have her own reservations and decided to put said Niven to the test. Promises of a country cabin and a long and leisurely lunch provided the ideal opportunity to see what he was made of. So with the wind in her hair and her skirt over her head, off they raced to the South Coast. Sadly, the whole affair began to go south from there as well.

3 dozen oysters could not shore up a flagging flag pole and the country cabin turned out to be just that. Visions of a Glen Murcutt overlooking the wild and woolly south coast vanished, along with said stamina. How sad. Miss Christine began to miss the Macedonian. Niven may have a Ferrari in the garage, but the Macedonian has one in his pants. (I know what I would rather).

It all began to fall into place. Niven thought he was a player. He didn’t realize just who he was playing with. Thinking his miss spelt text messages were as a result of haste and desire, she was disappointed to realize that not only could he not spell, he could not speak and had the vocabulary of a 12 yr old. Perhaps he thought she wouldn’t notice over the sound of that throbbing engine…

She did her best, and even though he thought he gave her the ride of her life, I do believe Miss Christine would have shown him a thing or two that would have had nothing to do with torque and everything to do with seeing where the top gear really is. (I do love a motoring theme)

Miss Christine’s beautiful athletic son, he of Sydney Uni Rugby, lamented that the Ferrari was not parked in the garage. Miss Christine had to inform said Rugby Adonis, that “ Your mother was too much for him Darling” and that was that.

To her credit, Miss Christine has moved on. She may not be travelling 0 – 100 in mere seconds, but she has her skirt back down around her knees ( until the Macedonian is free and the Arab is back from Bali) and her little foray into the world of online love has given her a spin in something red and throbbing, the satisfaction of knowing she can match oyster for oyster as long as you like and a new and amusing story to tell the girls.

As for the David Niven…you may see him driving slowly around town. He is the distinguished looking fellow in the red Ferrari wearing the red Ferrari cap, the red Ferrari Polo top and the red Ferrari jacket. Oh and he has a red Ferrari key ring, just in case you missed the other stuff.

Enjoy Saturday.

With a little racy love

Miss Mich