Each of us is born with a box of matches inside us but we can’t strike them all by ourselves; we need oxygen and a candle to help. In this case, the oxygen for example, would come from the breath of the person you love; the candle would be any kind of food, music, caress, word, or sound that engenders the explosion that lights one of the matches. For …
Diane Lane is that older woman in a romantic comedy goddess that gives me hope. Bonus, I have a major crush on the hot mess that is John Cusack. In the last few months I have had (I think) six first dates, one two-dater, and three times I have been stood up. I now know that a “night cap” is code, as is “netflix and chill”. Three were looking for …
I am ugly. I am beautiful. The declarative changes throughout the day. The body doesn’t really change…give or take a shower and how many hours of sleep one has had. So it is in the eye of the beholder, even if it is one’s self. Insert requisite selfie here. But that too is changeable and edited by selection and light and your opinion.
There is an energy cost to interaction… at least for us introverted sorts. Some promising fun and funny and smart and dare I say, cute guys on the online dating site. It sounds like so much work to do the small talk. Finding no-mana-cost folk is nontrivial. Continuing the analogy, one has to spend some mana if you’re going to play the game at all. So am I in or …
My heart was still broken when I went. Sat on the rocks, smelled the sea and watched the sun glint on the waves. My skin soaked up the warmth. And everything was alright. There was the adventure with the Italian bartender; another with the Brazilian in Prague. I was beautiful and alive. When I remember, I still am. Cinque Terre, Italy 2010
Nope. Not leaving the house.
Filipinos are mutts. There is that asian, polynesian, hispanic pirate ancestry. I put myself in with the brown girls. Interestingly, I’m classified as Asian in whatever checkboxes track that at work, and not hispanic. It was a revelation living with my chicano housemate, David. We were effortlessly family. Though the are-filipinos-hispanic is up for debate. A quick search and an unfortunate dally in comment-land shows this are-filipinos-hispanic question has some passion …
Harry: You realize, of course, that we can never be friends. Sally: Why not? Harry: What I’m saying is — and this is not a come-on in any way, shape or form — is that men and women can’t be friends because the sex part always gets in the way. Sally: That’s not true. I have a number of men friends and there is no sex involved. Harry: No you …
I slept in the middle of the bed. It was a quiet momentous thing. I rearranged my space to reclaim it. I literally have a new perspective.
Ephemeral is a good word. It comes out as a breath, with that brief “mmmm”, a delicious note on the way to a lip licking “ell”. It’s a new day. This feeling of newness happens every once and a while – like moments of sadness, or boredom, or infinite ordinariness. To feel shiny is a blessing whether or not I believe in any god.
