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Mar. 14th, 2002 07:14 amI'd forgotten how utterly, unspeakably wonderful my Love is. We went on a date last night - B&H, yummy food, and a movie - although a friend of ours joined us for the first two parts. B&H was ok - the bastards at Agfa have discontinued my favorite film in the whole wide world! The indifferent salesclerk recommended an equally expensive Konica, so we'll give it a whirl.
The yummy food was a shock too - Phil had been talking about this Ukrainian restaurant forever and I'd been thinking, "Ukrainian food?", but it turned out to be fabulous. The blintzes were everything a blintz should be - soft and not too sweet, with flavor and texture... and the cabbage soup! Yes, even the cabbage soup was yummy. Daddy seemed perturbed when I stole his challah, but it was really good and I couldn't help it!
But most of all, I just loved sitting there and just staring at him. And listening to him. I loved knowing he was there and watching his expressions and listening to his comments. There's no one I'd rather see a good movie with, or a bad one either, which is fortunate bc I thought this was a very bad one. Actually, we both considered this art house flick to be an upscale porn flick, but I digress.
I love seeing him in his new glasses. It's the first big change to his appearance since we started dating almost a year ago, and I love seeing the different expression and knowing I'll get to see all the changes as time passes.
I used to be slightly dubious of the whole chemical explanation of love, but how else can I explain my addiction to him? Everytime I see him, I want to sit in his lap, wrap his arms around me, and stay there forever. I love listening to his stories. I love his patience and understanding and the earnest way he tries to help when I become a crazed lunatic. I love his sensitivity and the way he cries more than I do.
Okay, enough of this sappiness. Time to climb in bed and cuddle with sleepyhead.
The yummy food was a shock too - Phil had been talking about this Ukrainian restaurant forever and I'd been thinking, "Ukrainian food?", but it turned out to be fabulous. The blintzes were everything a blintz should be - soft and not too sweet, with flavor and texture... and the cabbage soup! Yes, even the cabbage soup was yummy. Daddy seemed perturbed when I stole his challah, but it was really good and I couldn't help it!
But most of all, I just loved sitting there and just staring at him. And listening to him. I loved knowing he was there and watching his expressions and listening to his comments. There's no one I'd rather see a good movie with, or a bad one either, which is fortunate bc I thought this was a very bad one. Actually, we both considered this art house flick to be an upscale porn flick, but I digress.
I love seeing him in his new glasses. It's the first big change to his appearance since we started dating almost a year ago, and I love seeing the different expression and knowing I'll get to see all the changes as time passes.
I used to be slightly dubious of the whole chemical explanation of love, but how else can I explain my addiction to him? Everytime I see him, I want to sit in his lap, wrap his arms around me, and stay there forever. I love listening to his stories. I love his patience and understanding and the earnest way he tries to help when I become a crazed lunatic. I love his sensitivity and the way he cries more than I do.
Okay, enough of this sappiness. Time to climb in bed and cuddle with sleepyhead.