Monday, January 23, 2012
Thursday, January 12, 2012
Missed Connection.
Me: Plaid shirt, sandy blond hair, sharp chin with one of those little intellectual cleft-dimples, glasses, sitting in the grocery store waiting for my rescue dog, Bruce Hornsby, to be finished at the vet's office across the street.
You: stunningly gorgeous, great boots, cart full of healthy items with one little pint of Ben & Jerry's Bonnaroo flavor to show that you don't take yourself too seriously. Well-accesorized, proving that you have a a unique sense of personal style, but are intelligent enough not to cave to trends. You laughed out loud for no reason - I like to imagine you were thinking of ideas for new movie-inspired ice cream flavors like "Paul Blart: Clown Cone"
Us: Let's sell our homes and travel the world, making fun of people who are different (privately), while respecting their cultures (publicly). Let me feed you semi-burnt s'mores and boxed red wine on the roof on an RV parked alongside a country road. We'll use proper grammar and listen to Van Morrison. We'll fall in love, lying in each others arms, gazing at the stars and making up our own constellations.
Tell me what I was doing in the grocery store so I know it's really you.
You: stunningly gorgeous, great boots, cart full of healthy items with one little pint of Ben & Jerry's Bonnaroo flavor to show that you don't take yourself too seriously. Well-accesorized, proving that you have a a unique sense of personal style, but are intelligent enough not to cave to trends. You laughed out loud for no reason - I like to imagine you were thinking of ideas for new movie-inspired ice cream flavors like "Paul Blart: Clown Cone"
Us: Let's sell our homes and travel the world, making fun of people who are different (privately), while respecting their cultures (publicly). Let me feed you semi-burnt s'mores and boxed red wine on the roof on an RV parked alongside a country road. We'll use proper grammar and listen to Van Morrison. We'll fall in love, lying in each others arms, gazing at the stars and making up our own constellations.
Tell me what I was doing in the grocery store so I know it's really you.
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