Prepare To Engage, In 5,4,3,2...

(photo via rachelunleashed)

So, um... Hi. Great party, huh? I see you know Dan. That's funny because I know Dan. That's so crazy! What are the odds, right? Uh, no, I wasn't staring at your chest. I was just admiring your tattoo. I have a couple myself, you know. So, you live around here? I stay right down the street. Maybe you can come over and we can swap tattoo stories. I even have an extra sleeping bag. We can have sleep over and I'll make you blueberry Eggo waffles for breakfast. You like pizza bagels? Man, I love those things. No, I don't know why I'm sweating so much. Uh, yeah, maybe you can settle an argument between my friend over there, yeah the guy who's eating all the cheese puffs, and myself. He doesn't think your carpet matches the drapes, if you know what I mean. Where as I think they do. Wait, where are you going?! We haven't exchanged numbers yet. What do you mean you don't believe in phones?! Um, let me guess. You don't want everyone up in your business. I'm the same way, babe. I get it. It's your nonchalant way of telling me, I'm getting laid tonight. That's cool. Don't worry, I'll play along. Give me a minute before you come over, I gotta grab the sleeping bag out of my tree fort, or as I like to call it, After Party Central.

Loose Lips, Sink Ships

I was digging through an old shoe box of photographs the other day, when I came across this picture of you. It brought to mind the first day we met, like it was only yesterday. I even remember that vintage, pink dress you wore that summer afternoon. You looked so innocent, as if you didn't have a care in the world. As I recall, we met in the fiction section of a Barnes & Nobles, while looking for the same book. Seeing as it was the last copy of The Catcher in the Rye on the shelf, I kindly insisted you have it. In return, you gave me a smile that will forever be embedded in my mind. As you walked off, I couldn't help but feel like I was letting something wonderful get away. But I shook it off and proceeded to ask the clerk if there were anymore copies in stock; when you came back and generously offered to let me borrow it once you were finished. I guess you must have felt the same way too and that's what brought you back. We exchanged numbers and everything took off from there. The more we got to know each other, the more we fell deeply in love. Everything was moving so quickly. One week, we're just dating; and then the following week, you're moving into my apartment. Our friends thought we were crazy and making a big mistake, but we didn't give damn. We were young and madly in love.

I'll never forget that day I came home from work, to find you waiting by the front door with your hands behind your back. At that moment, you reminded me of a little girl who was dreading being scolded by her parents. You looked so adorable. We've been together about a year at this point. You said that you had a surprise for me and not to look. As I closed my eyes, you had me hold out my hands. You placed your soft, fragile palms on top of mine and said: "Now, look down." I anxiously opened them to find you had those words tattooed on the outside of your hands. I was taken back at first, since you chose one of my favorite sayings to have tattooed in such a visible spot on your body. But I could tell from the look in your eyes, to that beautiful smile on your face, it was your way of telling the world you loved me. I don't think I've ever experienced unconditional love, until that very moment. Some days when I get into my car, right before I put the key in the ignition, I sit back, close my eyes and think of how your face lit up with sheer joy that evening. My only regret is that I never got to tell you how much that romantic gesture meant to me. Sometimes, I can't believe it's already been five years since you passed away that very, same night...

Oh By The Way...

(photo via la-passante)

I'm such a sucker for tattooed chicks. I wish I could come home from a long, grueling day at the office, to have her lying on my bed. I can see it now. She'd be waiting patiently until I walk through the bedroom door to pounce on me, like lions pick off weak antelope. I'll be in complete shock to even wonder how the hell she got into the house, let alone in my room. She'll rip off my clothes as if they were on fire and then throw me on to the bed. No words would be spoken, just passionate love making for hours on end. We'd take little, 10 minute breaks to smoke weed and try to muster enough energy to go at it again. After sex, she'll lay her head on my chest. We'll cuddle till the sun comes up without saying a single word. Then when I think I've finally found my soul mate, that I'm the luckiest guy in the world, she'll utter those words that would destroy any hope of us being together: "Oh by the way, you're all out of pot. I smoked most of your stash waiting for you all day." Chicks.