My cousin, Amy, being the innovative and funny lass that she is, coined the term Canadian Man Bacon, which was shortened to CMB for the obvious purpose of confidentiality when we needed to alert one-another in public of CMB sightings....she has a long-term beau, but she's always lookin' out for her lil' cuz: moi ; ).
A few days later, I met the man of my dreams in Toronto....a geek of sorts, of course, because geeks are hot. During our brief interaction, I practically melted into the sidewalk as his speaking voice poured into my ears like the most brilliant, warm candy-apple-red sauce laced with gorgeous "proper" English accent....you know, with those scooping inflections that polite English people always make midsentence...but then each sentence became a question anyway. These most delicious sounds escaped gently but directly from his perfectly fresh lips and slight overbite. It took me a few seconds to realize what he actually said, as I was about to fall into a snuggley cloud, and when I awoke, I looked upward, and could not deny holding the gaze from his friendly brown eyes........by far, he was the winner of the Hottest EMB award. I must've set a record somewhere for the quickest of any skeptic to fall in love. We parted at the street corner, and then I learned through a reliable source that he has a girliefriend. I was atypically crushed like fresh red berries under soft but heavy bare feet. Oh well.
That was very poetic - like a Woody Allen screen play with the tragedy of Shakespeare. What's even more poignant is its grounded on the truth. You write with Monet's brushstrokes-it bleeds with color. Nice.
That was very poetic - like a Woody Allen screen play with the tragedy of Shakespeare. What's even more poignant is its grounded on the truth. You write with Monet's brushstrokes.
Weve all have these moments when time seems to stop, where for split second you find your self melting in that vulnerability.You wrote the feeling in such an honest and intriguing way.Good stuff there Miss. R, good stuff.
That was very poetic - like a Woody Allen screen play with the tragedy of Shakespeare. What's even more poignant is its grounded on the truth. You write with Monet's brushstrokes-it bleeds with color. Nice.
That was very poetic - like a Woody Allen screen play with the tragedy of Shakespeare. What's even more poignant is its grounded on the truth. You write with Monet's brushstrokes.
Weve all have these moments when time seems to stop, where for split second you find your self melting in that vulnerability. You wrote the feeling in such an honest and intriguing way. Good stuff there Miss. R, good stuff.
You have a wonderful way with words, my dear.
If you wrote one of those romantic novels, I would buy it! sheeeeesh E M B! E M B!
20 kudos.