Thursday, October 27, 2005

To feel...



Like a newborn. To miss the panoramic view of Montauk, to hear the sound of the ocean as we wake up, to remeber it in a small shell which doesn't have the right to generate any sound. To remeber all the hot sounds we generated from each other. To still taste him and the salty air by the ocean. To memorize the rain on our faces and the wind in our hair. Never to forget his warm hands and him breathing straight to my ear. To sleep beside him. To look for little lightnings in his green eyes, to hear him laugh, listen to him talk with his soothing voice.

That's what I want

Can I really miss a person so much, though we've only been apart for 12 hours? It's a whole day. Long, lonely day. Needed it. Now I regret I had it. Miss him, can't help it.

Let it be tomorrow already

Tuesday, October 18, 2005

Recipe of the month

Send three short text messages before/at midnight. Just a little sample, in case you're lacking creativity:

Message one, sent Oct13@11:40PM: "Happy birthday 20 mins early (...) Goodnight (...) miss you this rainy night".

Message two, sent Oct13@11:45PM: "I just love we're together, babe. You mean so much, you always have(...) You rock my world".

Message three, sent oct14@12:00AM: "Happy birthday. See you soon".


After this is done, wait good few hours, without calling her or texting her cell phone, only to surprise her with a bouquet of beautiful, vivid flowers, which will be sent to her work place. Let her almost cry (cause she's so touched, and she's never had flowers sent to her before, and because it's just so oh so romantic), and then call you thanking profusely.


When that's done, take her to a Thai restaurant, order bottle of wine just for the two of you, and let her order crispy duck (mhmmm - delicious). After a meal and toasts, take her home and shower her with gifts (the more personal the gifts, the better - wouldn't be a bad idea to get her a photo album, preferably with all the photos you've taken of her over the months that you know each other - write something sweet inside, so she would always remember this moment). And then... well, don't let me be too explicit, but make sure she's moaning with pleasure. You can do it.


Next weekend take her on a road trip somewhere nice - preferably seaside, as it's known for its relaxing qualities (Montauk in Long Island comes to mind), and walk the shit out of her, and make her tired in all other ways, that only you and her will know.

The rest is silence.


Thank You, Cary