Secret Shames

Yesterday we went to the beach. It was a stunning Wellington day (yes, fellow NZers, Wellington can and does have stunning summer days – it was at least 30 degrees, no wind and blue skies. Just perfect), and I thought I should make more of an effort to be nice to the moaning whinging whiner boyfriend.

I suggested we go to the beach. I’m not really a beach person – I love the ocean, the water. But, I actually hate the beach. It’s my secret shame. The BF has no idea how much I hate the beach. I hate just lying there in the sun and then having to walk across hot dry sand to cool off in the water. I hate sand. Hate it. With a passion. Ugh. Gets everywhere. Blech. I also hate the beach because I do not have a swimsuit-friendly body. Sigh. The BF of course, is a beach lover. Surfs almost everyday. Goes fishing, diving, kayaking. You name it, he does it at the beach LOL. Most of our holidays together have been at a beach/coastal area of some sort. The one beach holiday that I loved the most was when we went to Tikehau. It’s in French Polynesia and we stayed in the most amazing overwater bungalow. I loved it because I could lay there on a deck but have the water just at my fingertips. No sand! Bliss.

I think we all have secret shames. They’re quite different to guilty pleasures though. Guilty pleasures are something that I’ll admit to enjoying (watching America’s Next Top Model, eating a whole packet of Tim Tams). Secret shames not so.

I’m a Hilary Duff fan. Yes, that’s right. Hilary. Duff. I will watch any movie she’s in. I will even admit to watching Lizzie McGuire. I even saw (twice!) the Lizzie McGuire movie where she’s on a school trip to Italy and gets confused for an Italian pop star. I will also happily sing along to her songs. I will never admit that I do this to ANY of my friends or family because I’d be ridiculed. To Death.

I read certain categories on Literotica.com (and no, I’m not telling you).

I have an unlabelled, generic brand CD hidden in my CD collection that is a “mix tape” with Steps, S Club 7, Take That and other rather cheesy 90s Brit pop bands. I play this every now and again, when I’m alone and have the house to myself and need a bit of cheering up. Nothing like singing along to S Club 7!

When Rove asks some of this guests the “who would you turn gay for” question in “20 Bucks/20 Questions” segment, I have thought quite a lot about who I’d turn gay for. I’ve decided, it would be the chick that plays Shane in The L Word. She is sexy, aloof, androgenous, hot. And I think lesbian in real life. I mean, why would I turn gay for a straight woman, right? LOL

I love karaoke/sing star. I will never admit to that, but I love it. I am a microphone whore. I will hog that baby ALL night if I can. I would be happy to go out and do karaoke at a local karaoke bar here once a week, if it wasn’t frequented by such dorky losers!

I have a few more, but I think I’ll keep them to myself!