11 August 2005

Part I...

An invitation arrives it says: Meet me at 6. Bring a
single blood red rose. A bottle of Merlot. Dress to
Impress. XOXO With a kiss pressed on the note.

The door to my house is open and you walk up the
stairs and knock. The smells that waft from the door
make your stomach growl. You knock again, no answer,
so you try the knob, it's open.

You walk in to smooth sounds, candle light,
and the smells of garlic bread and Italian.
Hello...hello...is anyone home? You shut the door and
see another note on the back of it.

It says:
Place the rose in the vase on the table. Open the
wine and have a seat. Relax. I'll be with you
shortly. Oh, by the way, there's beer in the
refrigerator if you want one.

You wonder where am I? Where are the cats? Time is
ticking by and you think to yourself, what the F!!!
You get up, check the kitchen again, you know I'm not
there. You look in the bathroom, I'm not there
either. You get yourself a beer, where you fine
another note.

It says: Put on any music you want, set the
mood.

You do. Then go back to the couch.

Five minutes pass and you are fed up. You get up to
leave. You open the door, and there I stand smiling.
You mean face eases and you let me in.

'Have you been waiting long?'

You look at me like I've been
sniffing glue, 'Yes.'

'I'm so sorry I had to pick something up.
Sit, relax. You look very handsome. I
like the choice in music. Sit.' I kiss your cheek

You sit once again.

I go into the kitchen. I pour myself a glass of wine.

And join you on the couch....

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