Despite being a pretty modern and non-traditional girl in a lot of ways, I'm still a sucker for traditional romance and chivalry.
Open my door. Help me out of the car. Seat me before yourself.
Flowers, and candle-lit dinners. Soft music and sweet kisses, with no hurry to move on to other things. Tender poetry, and long walks. Holding hands.
Woo me. Make me believe that I'm special and you can't get enough of me. Convince me that you think of me day and night. Go out of your way to do something nice for me.
Sometimes I want to fuck. Sometimes I want to make love.
I don't want to get married again. But I still dream of the man who will sweep me off my feet. I fantasize about putting on the dress and veil, picking out the flowers and decorations. All of our friends and family smiling as we declare our love and commitment to each other. The celebration of Us. Our romance. Our life.
I consider 'marriage' to be a legal term. I still want the ceremony -- the personal and social meaning of a wedding.
I went to a potluck party on Saturday. It was wonderful. Quite possibly the best part of a very full weekend.
I got to color two pretty fairy pictures! And I had candy BEFORE dinner! Wait... Maybe I shouldn't be announcing that part. Only a little bit of candy, I swear, and I ate all my dinner all up. With lots of veggies and healthy stuffs. And then, I had a chocolate & peanutbutter cream pie that was like heaven on a graham cracker crust.
There were other little girls and boys to play with. And they were mostly about my same age, too! And I played with play-dough, and made cute little animals. One was an elephant for a boy there that was feeling shy. His mommy invited me to come play sometime. There's going to be a joint birthday party next month, and it's my birthday next month, too! So maybe I can go to that.
Oh, it was so much fun to just be able to let go of my adult self, and giggle for a few hours.