That was the sound of Cupid's little bad-ass arrow landing on your backside. Try to conjure up Beavis making fists when you read that title, eyes all crazy-wide, head tilted back. That's what I meant. Happy Valentines' Day! (Is that spelled right? I never know where to put the (') and I'm too lazy to give it much thought...although not too lazy to write the never ending parenthesis statement..huh)
Anyway, If anyone remembers this from many, many, many days ago - this here's the follow-up. I asked some of my favorite Internet people if they had a similar "mmmm" experience with their significant other..and if they'd like to share it.
So, here we go!
The Bloggess chose to describe her attraction to Victor in a very simple and understated way:
"Sure.
What's that 'thing' about your spouse?It's called a penis.
Love, Jenny"
Miss Carolyn is hilarious. But in a totally unexpected way. Somehow she's very authentically funny and interesting. Carolyn NAILED this assignment. Although, in light of what I just said - it's NOT funny. Not even a little. Wow - insert foot in - okay, but it's really good. I hope Carolyn's husband visits -
" The first time I saw you across that room I knew. I knew the way my stomach felt calm. For the first time. As if unbeknownst to me it had been searching for you all this time and when I caught your eye my self went, ahhh there you are. Finally. We talked. We danced. We talked some more. But the thing that got me. The thing you still do without even realizing it, was the way you grabbed my hand. As if it was yours. As if the idea of questioning whether or not it belonged to you was ludicrous. Of course it was yours. That confidence. That assurance. That's what got me. I always knew you were mine because you immediately knew I was yours. "
This made me all weak knee'd. Especially the part about loving to argue. Muskrat's wife, you better be glad Mr. Mustang can MMMMMmmmm like nobody's business!
"I think about the top Polaroid all the time--her fit arms; her breasts; her lips; her spunky, confident, intelligent demeanor. But past the initial physical attraction, it's the fact that after a couple hours of conversation, I could sense that she had the one quality I'd been searching for in my bachelorhood for the past 10+ years: she appreciated in me that which I appreciated in myself. I loved arguing with her and discussing important events and being able to tell that she not only heard, but listened, and that she cared about the living behind the content. Did I mention I hadn't been back from war all that long when we met? There was a lot going on behind the curtain back then, and she was able to see it, appreciate it, respectfully differ with it at times, and all the while look so hot I had to try and tackle her on an air hockey table to kiss her. "
And from the Mister? Just for you lil'Mama Pam:
"The next night I picked her up and we went to Denny's for a plain old no-ulterior-motive cuppa and sat and talked for hours. Somewhere in there she got to a point in a story and her eyes were flashing. They were huge and excited and pointed right at me. She was fairly glowing with excitement about whatever it was that she was talking about.
For my part of it I was trying desperately to not fall in love with her. I figured there was no possible way it would ever work out. We hated each other in high school, and she now lived four hours away and wasn't around that much. No, absolutely, positively, DO NOT fall in love with this girl. I managed to carefully construct this idea of infatuation, yeah that's it, I'm not in love.
It didn't work for a second. She started being in town a lot more frequently and we always hit the town together, usually for a pint at our favorite pub. Those blue eyes would be flashing at me constantly. I gave up. I fell. I told her. She told me she just wanted to be friends. I didn't care! As long as I got to sit across from her once in a while and take in those eyes!"
And this last paragraph? sigh...
"In addition to being wonderfully witty, intelligent and loving, my darling Missus also has this marvelous ability to transform herself from a tired, worn out mama into the sexy girl I fell in love with just by smiling. Even with no makeup and flat hair she's gorgeous when she smiles. Whenever she gets excited those baby blues start flashing at me again and I'm utterly lost. I fall. Again. mmmmmmmm,"
Pamela is very pregnant, so there's a good chance she's going to translate that into him telling her she has flat hair. . . But in a few months she can come back here hormone free and be all happy and touched.And from Badass Geek? (Who by the way, refers to his wife as "The Boss" I really like men that tell the truth..)
"What's that "thing" about my spouse? That "thing" that solidified my previously unsteady thoughts of love for her? Here's the story: We had been dating for about three months before I took her out to dinner at a restaurant. She surprised me by ordering the same thing as I did: a bacon cheeseburger and a beer. She finished before me, and after wiping her mouth with her napkin, let out a hearty burp. It was clear that she knew what she wanted, and wasn't shy about letting others know. There wasn't enough time for her to say "excuse me" after that praise-worthy burp before I knew that she was the one for me."
And from Scott...this was so beautiful to me. I saved it for last. I'm infatuated, and fascinated with the way this man describes his wife.
"Being a simple sort of man, my desires and tastes trace along the lines of familiar patterns. It might not surprise one to discover, therefore, that my desire for the woman who has now been my wife for eighteen years was first stoked by common things. She was a girl, a young woman. She was nearby, within arm's reach. She was beautiful, with long, dark hair, elfin eyes, fair skin and a body that made me want to... well, it was very nice.
Of course, she was also quite intelligent. I've never been able to connect well with people who aren't smart. She had a quick wit and a thoughtful personality. These are just prerequisites, however. They set the stage. My good friend Carl has a quick wit and a thoughtful personality, but I've never been attracted to him. With Susan, therefore, her mind just greased the wheels for my intellect to consent to allow my body enter into a long relationship with hers.
Being a woman, in one sense, is a very objective and scientific thing. Who cares, really, about that technicality? In a more interesting sense, being a woman is a very subjective thing. For me, my wife has always been an archetype of what I consider feminine, of my idea of the beauty of women. She can, when her mind wanders into carnal notions, take on a curve that boils my blood. It's a sort of sweeping in of the small of the back, a turning up of the bottom, a raising of the chest, a slight shift of balance to one side. You would know it, I'm sure, if you saw it. When she does this I forget whatever I was thinking. My priorities realign. My voice falls quiet. My breath quickens. My eyelids slide down to half mast. Usually the closest thing I can manage to verbal communication is a low growl. The time for talking, after all, has passed.
Many things have changed in the eighteen years of our marriage, but this curve and its effect on me has not changed at all."
Happy Valentine's (?) Day y'all. Kiss your babies and your better halves.
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