I'm in love (stop rolling your eyes)

Favorite quote of the day.

“I just don't know if O [Obama] can keep hold of the leash with so many wolves on the end of it.” (responding to Christopher Hitchen’s opposition to the possibility of a H. R. Clinton Secretary of State. Hee hee)

I’m in love with a guy who would love the above quote. He’s fabulous. Smart and tall and sweet and a gentleman who doesn’t mind letting me have my way. He let’s me admire his aggressive side, while admonishing me for having a submissive one.

Him: “You should be careful. Someone might take advantage of that.”

Me: “Backatcha buddy”

I know I know… Rock Star.

He’s big-and-huge-and-tall.

He inspires me to write things. (Not a bad writer himself.)

He took me on a ferris wheel before dinner once. He always picks a great bottle of wine. He kissed me for the first time at my favorite club on the beach, on a white couch, while some Asian guy was spinning hip-hop in the corner, an afro-cuban band was warming up downstairs. His compliment about my smile was what did me in… but I had a crush on him from the moment I laid my eyes on him... I didn't need much convincing.

The second time was at my favorite club mainland. This time, the leather couch was black. The DJ was spinning old school, and poetry was warming up upstairs.

He took me to a Brazilian bar-b-que. Holy mackerel! Meat and wine. He asserted, “Don’t mess with any of the green stuff” referring to the salad bar. He ordered the carrot cake, and Icewine “in honor of me.”



After closing the place down, in the parking lot, we had the sexiest political conversation in existence.




I shit you not. Test me on it. I'll put it up against anything. He asserted it was the funnest political conversation he's ever had... but that it was more appropriate for late-night-showtime than Meet-the-Press.




hee hee.


How can you not fall a little in love with a guy like that?

He let me wheel around his Escalade after the second time at the Brazilian place. He was concerned… but tried not to show it. Hee hee.


He’s willing to eat my cooking—after a little brow beating. I demanded to make him a meal for his birthday.

I dig him.

(Update: I injured his brand new car... yikes. I'll write about it once I get over the shock)