I really love these life out-takes. I learn, every single time, something more about how you’re thinking, and that whole “anticipatory service thing” we’ve read and talked about. I mean, it’s impossible, really, to know what you want and like until I’ve seen it. Tasted it. Done it.
But that’s also half the fun. Just when I think I’ve gone just far enough, that I don’t want to presume or whatever other excuse is on my mind, you up the ante or change the rules or just flat out stop something that has been a thing before, but now, simply won’t do.
Part 1 Continue reading “Sunrise, Sunset Bootcamp (2)”
“What should I wish for?” He turned to see her holding a dandelion between her fingers. Continue reading “W is for Wish”
“Jess!” I heard my name called down the hall. He sounded frantic and I ran into the bedroom. Continue reading “S is for Sewing”
“What?!?” I ask… not really sure I even heard you right. Just out of the blue, sitting around binging that latest show, you turned and looked at me.
“I said, truth, or dare?” You hold my gaze, waiting.
I’m not sure I really want to play this game… In fact, I’m pretty sure I don’t want to. Let’s be real. My history with games, and getting any kind of a win, is pretty slim.
“I don’t suppose I can pass?” I ask hopefully.
You giggle. “Nope.” Continue reading “Truth… or dare?”
You stepped back toward me, “Could you please zip me up?”
“Yes, yes, I can. It would be my honor!” You look at me in the mirror with this quizzical look on your face, then start the smallest of grins.
“Oh, I like that.” You smile at me. Continue reading “My Honor!”
“Do you trust me?” I looked at him as I asked the question, waiting for the response.
“Of course,” he replied. “Wait, what are we talking about? I’m not going on that roller coaster again. Ever.” Continue reading “B is for Bridge”
The woman had been sitting on a bench in front of the painting for over half an hour. She would cock her head one way and the other from time to time, but mainly just sat perfectly still. Continue reading “C is for Chance”
He stopped and turned around. She had been right behind him just a minute ago. All he’d done is turn to watch a group of kids playing soccer in the distance. Where had she gone? Continue reading “D is for Duck Pond”
Sometimes, it’s great to re-inject some new energy, some new rules, and some new unknowns into a relationship. Sometimes, it’s time for a sort of “BootCamp” – where you need to be more strict on key items, more active in some.
As we climb into bed for the night, you roll over and I hear you whispering. I can’t make it out, not quite, so I ask you what you said. You repeat it, still whispering. Continue reading “Sunrise, Sunset Bootcamp (1)”
He slid in behind her as she stood at the stove, making that sauce that was to die for. Wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her close to him, slightly back from the stove, he smelled her hair first, then her neck.
“Mmmmmm, smells so gooooooood!” Continue reading “Spices are the stuff of life”
Her feet hurt and the noise in the enclosed aquarium was getting on her last nerve. They had been planning this date for a month so, of course, it would be the day when the entire place was filled with school field trips. Continue reading “J is for Jelly”
“Please? Can you come help me get home? The stupid car broke down, I got it towed to the shop, but will be walking home the rest of the way.”
“Of course, I’ll be there in a few….” I say, grabbing my things. Continue reading “Thumbing … a ride”
This is part 2 of A is for Appointment. You can read it here. Continue reading “T is for Tick Tock”
The commute to work had been a blur. He’d almost missed the first train because he was running late. His mind had been racing with thoughts of tonight and he ended up missing his stop and having to walk back to the office from the next one.
One more set of stairs and she’d be done. Sweat was dripping in her eyes, but she was determined to make it to the top of the stadium. Continue reading “S is for Steps”
I’m breathing in these quick, short breaths now. My insides are twitching. My body is starting to shudder. Continue reading “(Don’t) Open Your Eyes…”
“That’s the one,” she said pointing to the photograph on the far wall of the store. It was wedged between different landscape images and had a really ugly frame around it. Continue reading “P is for Photo”
It’s date night, and you are wearing a gorgeous sweater, an amazing skirt – it seems like an odd combination, but it sure does work. I’m a #luckydude for sure. Continue reading “S is for Striptease….”
She thought about the picture that she had sent him as camping inspiration. She looked around and sighed. Not even remotely similar. Continue reading “G is for Glamping”
“I think Pepper is happy to see us,” said Leah. “She hasn’t moved since we got home.” Continue reading “H is for Home”
“Want to help me with the puzzle?” she asked as he walked past the dining room. Continue reading “P is for Puzzle”
The back part of the bar was empty on this Wednesday night. There was a big game on the TV and everyone was gathered around the bar to watch the local favorite. Continue reading “P is for Pool”
It’s my turn to make dinner, I get to dream up something to make, get everything around and get it done while you take a bath, complete, of course, with a glass of wine. Or two. Continue reading “The Apron”
His boss was late for the brunch and Jim was getting bored. He had been been playing with the bread basket and Mai was getting more annoyed as Jim’s boredom grew. Continue reading “B is for Brunch”
Janine had been working long hours for weeks and had made sure her boss knew that she was going to be gone on the 17th for their anniversary. The plans had been made two months in advance and she reminded him at least twice a week. Continue reading “A is for Anniversary”
We finally scored a great table on the ship – right on the railing, all by ourselves, just taking time to relax and enjoy our dinner. It was a long day on the water, and the sunset is just the perfect end to the day.
We’ve been enjoying a glass or two of wine this evening, waiting for our table, and then sitting here, we have that perfect blend of attentive, but not around, service. It’s really great. Continue reading “Slippery Little Devil: The One That Got Away”