The man I’m currently seeing worships me like a goddess.
No – I’m not kidding. No hyperbole, either. He does. It’s a stunning change from what I’m used to in terms of relationships.
Let me tell you: if you walked around every day feeling like you were Gaia, Venus and Isis rolled into one, your mood would be a lot like mine – smiling all the time, floating around without much care, feeling about 20 feet tall. You’d be composed of an alabaster outside with a molten lava core, too.
It’s amazing. Think it’s made my hair much longer and curlier, my face softer, more womanly and yet youthful, and my green eyes bouncier. Last night at Savannah, swear I caught a glimpse of myself in the bathroom mirror and it was positively something Botticelli would have created. I should have come with a half-shell accessory.
Wish it would last forever. Wish I could bottle it and sell it. The dark circles under my eyes from the past months are starting to go away, replaced by a carefree dewy look. All that, and he is the only man to kick my ass in Jeopardy.
Holy Hell. I ought to treat him like a God.
In all these years I have known you, I thought your eyes were brown!!
Comment by Rochelle — March 12, 2009 @ 10:20 am