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Jan. 25th, 2006 | 02:40 pm
It is amazing how my competence in the kitchen slips away when an attractive member of the gentler sex is around. I can turn the simplest procedure (like cooking asparagus, for instance) into a catastrophe when I have to divide my attention between food and a pair of button brown eyes. Eating dinner at 9:45 pm when your date showed up at 7:00 is more than slightly absurd. Thank God for the fact that my cooking problems can be easily mistaken for something endearing.
Something smells like food and I think that the something in question is a valuable lesson to not wear the shirt you cooked in last night the morning after.
But I suppose the brown eyes are of much more importance than steaks and unappetizing shirts. Laurie is three parts sugar and one part eggshells and I can't help but think that there is a dash of tears sprinkled discretely across her otherwise glowing face. She smiles like the sun and I imagine she cries like broken glass. Making love to her on a rainy Sunday could add years to my life but hurting her would be the end of me.
Something smells like food and I think that the something in question is a valuable lesson to not wear the shirt you cooked in last night the morning after.
But I suppose the brown eyes are of much more importance than steaks and unappetizing shirts. Laurie is three parts sugar and one part eggshells and I can't help but think that there is a dash of tears sprinkled discretely across her otherwise glowing face. She smiles like the sun and I imagine she cries like broken glass. Making love to her on a rainy Sunday could add years to my life but hurting her would be the end of me.