True story

She once had a cute waiter
and asked for him for dessert -
She got him.

If she knew then what she knew later,
she would have sent him back
and asked for the chocolate cake.

Cameo

"I had a dream about you again last night," she told him.

"Oh, really?" he said.

"Yeah. You weren't wearing much, " she noted.

Butterflies & passion & two rockers on the porch

I just read this savvy, poignant thought-laden post from Kelly Diels blog, Cleavage, about Love in the Time of Las Vegas. I loved her musings on the lasting butterflies and passion, wondering if it all lasts through time - such that it's all still there along with 2 rockers on the porch some 50 years later. I enjoyed her stats about those relationship-reconnections that stay together longer - or, last an extra, extra, extra long time. I highly recommend a little jaunt over there and taking a peek.

Now, I'm going to go practice my tongue-asanas...

Repulsion potion

On a rage against the traveling seasonal flu-bug, she skipped the pharmaceuticals and started popping garlic. By the clove. "This better work," she said, "Because this is a strong dose of repulsion keeping potential suitors at a distant bay." Not to mention, it was killing her kissability. She might as well have just worn a cowbell.

Nobody puts baby in a corner

"How do you feel about kids?" he asked.

"Do I look like I have birthing hips?" she answered.

Love spell

"For women, the best aphrodisiacs are words." - Isabel Allende

Simply the best

Another Jake-ism:

"Good relationships inspire each partner to the best of themselves; the best inspire both partners to create — together — something of special significance, a greater good, a union of two individuals that bears the fruit of something even more sublime than possible on their own."

Particularly

(I totally stole this from Jake)

"In that high place in the darkness, the two oddly sensitive human atoms held each other tightly and waited. In the mind of each was the same thought: “I have come to this lonely place and here is this other.”" - Sherwood Anderson - Winesburg, Ohio

I'll take a Manhattan, please...

A January Manhattan. She was so tired of thinking about booking the flight to the big apple in the face of all the practical reasons not to. She turned off the lights on the rationale that looped in her mind - the white noise that stifled any forward movement towards her heart's desire.

"I'm tired of waiting," she said to herself. It only took a New York minute to book that ticket after all that deliberation and 'head vs.heart' mumbling. Her big spirit reserves needed some filling at the big city watering hole of creative buzz - and other adorable and chocolate dipped sights.