A date is what you make of it
“You’re not a girl to date. You’re a girl to marry.” I was told that once by a guy. Neither of us had any interest in dating each other. We were friends. To this day …
Can you believe it?
As I write this, I’m sitting on the bed, he’s on the bed as well, trying to make the movie work. We have spend over 24 hours together and have about 24 more to go. …
The Shirt
A lot of us do it. Wearing our boyfriend’s, husband’s, lover’s shirt. They are comfy. They smell like them. They are big and great as sleep wear or a lazy Sunday. When I left England …
Here we go again
Here we go again. In just a few more days we will meet. Again I will see him smile. Hear him whisper in my ear. Feel his hands on me. Have him in me. Is …
It Depends
The other night, I was lying in bed and waiting for Sir to call. I enjoy our late night calls, as much as any other of our calls or ways of communication. But the late …
Love Letter
Oh, writing love letters used to be a specialty of mine. I even wrote love letters for my friends. The last one I wrote – in a very long time – was a couple of …
He’s mine!
A while back Michael started calling me his beloved. Besides all the other names, like slut and whore. It took me a while to get used to it. There’s the whole language thing and it’s …
That is not a good trait
There are quite a few things of which I am proud. Mini-Mes, work accomplishments, my volunteer work, ideas, tasks well done, the kind of friend I am, and I could go on and on. When …
Romance and all that stuff
Growing up I was really romantic. I would dream the day away. Not that I was waiting for my knight in shining armour, but I wished for romantic gestures and words. Then life happened and …