Valentine’s Day this year was rather…yawn. Every year the usual suspects whip up a last minute eating out plan at some packed restaurant, where we have to wait eons before setting a toe in.
This year I took great pleasure in doing nothing. To work and back. A nice home-cooked meal whipped up by yours truly. And some mushy screen romances, speaking of which, here are my two cents-timents for V-day.
On a different note, a mad friend of mind in a moment of inspiration chose to describe moi in these words:
She’s a charming wild woman who knows no numbers or age. Give her a topic and she will engage you, seduce you into believing her.
By ‘no numbers’, he means that my Math is poor. Now little did he know that it is in fact very good and by virtue of this I made good grades in the Math papers, in school. Later he admitted that this phrase made the rhyming a whole lot easier. Poetry of convenience, I call it!
And more paeans from another male friend: Never let her sing to you, her voice like a siren will lull and excite you at the same time, will liberate you and captivate your soul. You cannot be set free!
O joy!
Finally, you make your presence felt.
very poetic!