Sunday, Aug. 17, 2003
Dear Diary:

When I was talking the situation with my trainer over with the spousal unit, I mentioned that seeing all that burning yearning made me a bit wistful. I mean, it has to be crazy wonderful to have someone looking at you with that Omigawd You're So Hott I Want To Rub Myself Against You Until Friction Makes Your Clothes Melt Off look.

Hey, don't get me wrong. I realize that that stage in any love affair doesn't last forever. Oh, and believe me, I'm extremely grateful that I have someone in my life who's known me since I was a teenager, stuck with me through hell and high water, who routinely sees me with morning bedhead and does not run screaming from the room.

I think the bedhead alone would be grounds for divorce in California.

But that doesn't stop me from occasionally being wistful when I see bright, shiny new love. Living with someone for a very long time does tend to drain a lot of spontaneity out of things. Life does tend to slip into comfortable little routines.

Anyhow, last night about suppertime we came home from the bluegrass party down in the valley. I was kicking off my sneakers on the porch when I noticed the spousal unit giving me a very uh frisky look. Clearly the marital duties were on his mind in a right here, right now sort of way. Oh my.

One thing led to another and there we were on the pine floor in amongst all the detritus of daily life. It was very sexy but it was not very comfortable. The option was to wrap things up quickly or head upstairs to a more routine place and take our time. We took our time.

You know, there's a lot to be said for the comforts of a routine place. Sometimes all it takes is just a tiny veer away to make you realize that while burnished isn't as flashy as shiny and new, it has a subtle beauty all its own.

Plus, I think we can all agree that while some smells are definitely aphrodisiacs, the odour which comes from well worn sneakers right by your head would not be one of them. Funny how stuff like that never comes up in the movies, eh?


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