My everything man.

Intellectually challenging me with thoughts of a philosophical mind

With deep meanings in every conversation spoken. Subjects of any kind

Being able to think outside of the box that has been conditioned for us

Pushing oneself to expand and learn more has been a must

Spiritually fulfilling me with thorough biblical understanding

Striving to walk the path that our LORD is demanding

 Finding self in the confusion that the world holds

Patiently waiting for his purpose, our call what the LORD has told

Sexually pleasing me with a look and just one kiss

Sending tingles up and down my body, not one part he has missed

One embrace in his arms and anticipating the night fall

Accepting his manhood within me, I'd given him my all

A man that had been created with such a beautiful mind

Learning new things about this man over some lengthy time

A person that can fulfil you in almost every way that they can

I believe that something this impossible can happen because he is my man

Circa 2003

The "not quite" mile high

ser·en·dip·i·ty  /ˌsɛrənˈdɪpɪti/ [ser-uhn-dip-i-tee]In the simplest of words, it means a "happy accident".The end of May was approaching and Lynn thought to herself, "Finally....a long weekend.  Time to jet set my ass outta this town".  She is lucky enough to have friends who live in different states so she can visit them on occasions like this.  So Memorial day rolls around and she finds herself on a Friday afternoon preparing for take off.  This includes, but not limited to, whiskey and water with a stick to light.  Needless to say, by the time she is getting picked up to leave, she is light weight feelin' herself.  LIGHWEIGHTSince she does have book club in a week, she brings the book along so she is able to get a good chunk done on her plane ride.  She arrives at the airport, drunk, and waaay early.  So to get a head start, she sits down with her nose in her book. Have you ever tried reading a murder mystery drunk?  Not recommended.  So Lynn does what she knew she should have done from the start, go to the airport bar.She finds one seat empty, corner bar, next to a young gent.  She kindly asks him, "Is this seat taken?" he says no and that it's all hers so, she takes a seat.  The bartender asks what she's having and she switches it up to her default drink, Kettle1 and cran (2 limes pls).  As if the bartender knows her already, he asks, "Would you like to make that a double for $3 more?"....um, HELL YES!  Mind you, she is 3 in already with a double on the way....and she is going back and forth with the bartender for a minute.  Some og asian dude that doesn't quite get that she is fucken with him.  Oh well.  The giants game is on so she watches attentively.  The gent to her left comments on them and she comments back.She begins to notice that this gent is sketching on cocktail napkins with a pencil...and she DESPERATELY wants to give him a piece of paper.  But trying to avoid being too bold, she keeps to herself.  That is...until he starts it.  It was a simple, "Where are you headed?" that began the sarcastic conversation that lead her to find out that Wayne was on the same flight as she was.  Secretly, she was excited.  It was almost time to board so Lynn closes her bill and excuses herself before she has to get on the plane.  She tells Wayne that it was nice to meet him and off the bar stool she goes.False alarm..no one is boarding the flight quite yet so Lynn and Wayne stand off to the side and continue where they left off.  Midway, he asks where she is seated and she responds "20C" an aisle seat.  He plays coy for awhile before revealing that he is seated at "20E" a middle seat.  Now what are the chances of meeting a guy at an airport bar who is traveling to the same place as you AND AND AND is in the same row?  Now the aisle does separate them but that is damn close.  So they board the plane together and take their seats.  A young lady is already in her aisle seat as he sits down.  Lynn is a little disappointed, but not for long.  He leans over a flashes a smile and Lynn has to make a quick decision.  And she does...She leans over to the young lady and asks, "Would you mind terribly if you and I switched seats?" She receieves a quizzical look but agrees and they switch seats.  He looks pleasantly surprised but she immediately begins to regret it.  Has she been too bold?  Is she now stuck on a 3 hour plane ride in an awkward situation? No.  Not even close.  He is an artist and breaks out his sketch book in which they take turns drawing pictures and playing tic tac toe.  They go thru 5 pages in the first half of their flight.  Well there goes her plans for reading.  The stewardess comes around for beverage service and asks if this is their first holiday away together.  He plays in to it saying that they are visiting friends but at the same time Lynn says they just met. Dammit, that coulda been fun.  Wayne buys her a beer and they slam it so they can get a jack and coke.  He has to excuse himself and being the slick rick that Lynn is, she turns to the first page from where they started sketching and writes in"Lynn415-555-5555"When he returns its more of the same banter, sarcasm and terrible (on her part) drawings.  Now it's almost time to land and he scribbles "# ?"  Now what he doesn't know is that he already has the number so she has to play naive so when she is passed the pencil, she writes and "X" in one of the spaces as if they are playing tic tac toe.  When he is handed back the pencil...he writes "5" indicatring that he is now asking for her number.  Duh.  They are interupted by the stewardess asking them to prepare for landing.  The lights in the cabin are still off and they start to decend. They are facing each other and he goes in for it.  But only 90%...now its up to her to take the last 10%.  Trust me, she thought about it.  This has been the BEST first date (if you can even call it anything at all) that she has been on yet.  But don't get all excited thinking that she is about to join the MILE HIGH CLUB quite yet.  Before she can even weigh her options, the cabin lights come on which makes her back away.  If they would have given her 30 more seconds...she may have stuck her tounge down his throat.  Kidding, kidding.  Or was she?They disembark the plane.Does he ever find her #...The answer is:YES.

Punch Drunk Love

Everyone has that one "couple" in their life.  The couple that every time you look at them, you think, "I want...that".  For most people, it's your parents but sometimes, you may be lucky enough to have a couple like that in your life who also happens to double as two of your closest friends.

Meet Amber and Nick.  These two were the "fun" couple.  The ones that you double dated with because, let's face it, they would be down to bar hop in the mission and get just as smashed as you two.  But they were also perfectly fine with staying in with a couple of bottles and some brew-skis while playing board games.  Yup, that's right...we had couples game night.  Other nights the men watched the fight or the game or a man grunting television show while the women drunk chatted over politics and religion.  And they were the squad....until "the couple" moved to Denver.

Every year since, the couple would get a visit from their bay area friends.  Roof top bars, July 4th BBQ's and nights trying to go to the pool.  Except for this last time.  It was a single visit... from their single friend... visiting the happily married, just-bought-a-home, couple.  But it was ALL good, cos these were HER friends...people she loved and admired so the forethought didn't bother her.

She spent all weekend with the hubby, whom she regards as another brother, since the wifey had to work most of the holiday weekend.  It was exactly what she needed...to get away from the city, be in new scenery with people that she loves and truely misses.  Its also a plus to be drinking as soon as you wake up till the time you pass out where ever you lay your head.  But it was this one particular evening...Saturday night...

So the day starts off with big bro and little sis hitting up Sam's for some much needed grub paired with a fully loaded bloody marys.  Followed by the soccer game, where big bro sipped on red wine and shouted at the TV while little sis napped in her bed downstairs.  She was pleasantly awakened by brother saying, "Hey get up.  Its cocktail time on the veranda".  Happily, she rolls outta bed to have a drink.  All day she had been talking about "him" and the break up and Brother just let her.  He never said anything to take sides unless she specifically asked him a male point of view question.  (thank you brother for letting me talk cos sometimes I just need someone to just listen)

So nightfalls and wifey joins them to only find themselves at a bar where little sister insists on everyone taking shots (what can she say?  She's already drunk at this point), so they do...and plenty of them.  Everyone is pretty much toasted at this point so back it's back home for a nightcap (ie shots of Maker's Mark and glasses of wine).  Lights are off and surround sound is on playing all the hits.  Its a dance party in the middle of the living room with just them 3 and little puppy Chole.  And then that is when it happens...the WHOLE reason why this blog is being written.

She watches as this happy couple dances together to whatever song is playing.  Just all smiles and completely in tune with eachother.  While little sister is trying NOT to be the awkward 3rd wheel friend, she notes how in love they look...and are.  How, something as silly and as small as being drunk in your own living room and dancing with you life partner could equal happiness beyond compare.

and that's when she loses it...