Thursday, June 21, 2012

If I received a nickel for everytime I saw someone as beautiful as you, I'd have five cents.

Have you ever googled pick-up lines? Neither had I...until today. And man, there are some really BAD ones out there!


So why am I googling pick up lines?  Well, Doc and I decided to go on a fun date this weekend, pretending we've never met before.  We'll just happen to cross paths at a place downtown, where he'll see me, be smitten, and decide to pick up on me...a complete stranger. 


The rule is we can't break character, or let on that we know anything about the other person at all.  We can invent whatever histories we want for ourselves, mixing fact and fiction any way we like.   


It's going to be so much fun!  


So since this is new territory for me...I mean, really, 25 years ago when we started dating it was much simpler and I never experienced anything like this...I decided I'd better put some thought into my character for the night.  For example, what is my name? What is my life like? (have I ever been married? Do I have kids? Where do I work? Have I lived here long?)  What are my hobbies, interests? And also, how does the whole pickup-scene work, anyway? I've never thought much about it. Anyone have any tips for me?


The prospect of having a one-night-stand with my husband is so exciting I can hardly stand it!


Now to figure out how to look smokin' hot.

Wednesday, June 20, 2012

Letting Go

she could have just told me
"you're wearing me down
with your nonstop struggling
to find and feel joy".

she could have 

but she didn't.

and i am a slow learner
especially when it comes to my strong attachments
to the people who matter the most.
i don't know if i would have
ever moved on
without the grace she finally extended
to snuff out my miserable wondering.

"that's it?!" i thought.
relieved. oddly.
surprised by the peace finally knowing bestowed.

i would have predicted a feeling of loss
but i guess i'd already grieved what once was
a beautiful friendship
that blessed my life
and hers...
(let's be fair.)
but she gets to move on.
and blessedly
so do i.
at last.