Brain Matters

I'm looking at a Time Magazine and am tickled at how smart it is.

I remember reading a few magazines when I was younger and remember them being silly. Now I never ever pick one up, but I was in a waiting room, so it just kinda happened.

From what I remember, Magazines have really upped their game.

Either that or I'm certainly not academically upping mine.

As I get older I'm noticing that people are passing me by. Seriously. The folk I was ten miles ahead of are treating me like the little old lady in the left lane.

Hmmmmm

Romance

People around me find it difficult to define my "type." The question was posed to me, "What kind of man do you like?"


sigh.


As a young girl, my first crush finally came around. Along our travels, he wrote me a poem, he had titled The Sun:

shining across every horizon
warmth fills the air
not a problem can be seen

A false sense of security makes me feel like this is forever

Yes

all is perfect.
but the winter kills the perfection
All has died, or gone away
bitterness
the lonely cold
if only I had realized
I really did love the sun

The man I was married to for a while was a poet. He wrote me pieces too wonderful to share with anyone, even you.

Later: A preeminent artist moved into the city I lived. He hates words but wrote me a poem. "I met a rose. With dark petals and long stems..." Romantic

Fast Forward.



I was hangin on the corner of my hood. (a very notorious corner) and it was hot and muggy and there were bugs all over. ;-x said, " Hold on, stay right there. Don't move." Immediately thoughts of prison and police and interrogations came to my mind. He went around to his car and went in. He emerged with a bottle. I cowered as he came toward me with the bottle and he ordered me to stand still. Oh Nelly. He came to me close, bent down and sprayed bug spray all over my legs. Romantic.



I scheduled a Friday-night-dinner with Big-and-huge-and-tall. All week though, this Ferris wheel had captured my attention ( to the dismay of my Wills and Trusts Professor.) Apparently the fair was in town. I asked if we could take a quick ride before dinner. He agreed and we got a great view of the city at the top even though he was in his custom made suit. Romantic.



My ex-roommate, (the ultimate fighter and the most testosterone filled negro I've ever met) decided I was his good luck charm thus made me watch every single Giants game with him. He exuberantly molested me every time the Giants made a play. All the way to the Superbowl. Romantic.


Mr. Porn King hunts me down and finally finds me for a second date. He wants to take me to a Micheal McDonald concert. Yup, Micheal McDonald. Tee Hee. Romantic.


This is what turns me on now. When HE (whoever your he is) makes a turn in character just for you. I find it sexier than the dinner, the flowers or the flattery.


Your darling Scrub is in a romantic phase right now.

:-)