When a co-worker gave me a valentine’s card today, she stood behind me with anticipation and said, “Open it.” I rolled my eyes without actually rolling my eyes. I opened it to this:
I love that people know me so well. What more could I ask for than Superman sporting wood?
Jerry and I spent the morning exchanging love gifts. He bought me a couple of concert tickets to the symphony of my choice. I’ve had this fantasy ever since I saw No Way Out of going to a symphony or opera, me and my man dressed in tuxedos with hair slicked back, wearing a sultry cologne, and getting busy in a limousine on the way back, like Sean Young and Kevin Costner.
I’m not sure we’ll do all that, but it’s a possibility.
crumpet | 14-Feb-07 at 4:10 pm | Permalink
Woot! I remembered my password!
Anyway, you know you absolutely have to do all that. No is not an option.
alex | 14-Feb-07 at 4:17 pm | Permalink
A friend of mine pointed out the problematics: greasy hair residue getting on tuxedos and the very real possibility of charley-horses induced by a cramped space.