…slowly with the sluggishness of response that exists with pressure and depth I look to where the guide is pointing below. My eyes focus and with the dawning light I see the camouflaged shape of the largest sea Turtle I’ve ever laid eyes on, almost one with the rock shelf on which it rests. Two Shark-suckers, their bright yellow stripes clearly visible work their way over his algae covered shell while he sleeps undisturbed.

Free-floating down, we hang neutrally suspended at his depth, from only a few metres his head slowly moves through half squinting eyes he looks left and right as if peeking to see what has intruded on his interlude. Eyes close as the drowsiness of sleep wins…only to snap open, as he shrugs off the holds of dreams and eyes wide he really looks around to see what has changed in his world.

Eyes now open he eased his ponderous bulk off the ledge, like a bird from his Eyre, he fell/launched himself forward gliding with remarkable ease and with little apparent effort, he glided between us and off into the blue. I watch him go, waving good-bye and mouthing a thank-you for allowing me to bear witness to that moment…

Tagged: The Dogs Name, Diving

Lectiones Sacrae Ex Libris Indiana 06:00 8 comment(s)

For a while I have known that for me posts come most easily through rather antiquated implements...for while this Blog exists through the marvels of technology, it is born as the chicken scratches of my barely legible handwriting as pen meets paper. One advantage of this, or at least I think it is, that I actually can almost keep up with the words as they tumble from my mind...something my dancing fingers cannot hope to ever do...and so I have scraps of paper, covered in scrawl, filed in a yellow legal pad in a manner that makes no sense to even me, but I guess whatever works, huh?

The last few weeks have been a process of introspection as I pondered the tomorrow of my writing, a big part of that was the "surfing" of those filed scrawlings and a revisit to my dead tree Blog, the small journal I travel with, my very own "Red Book' so called because it reminds me of Bilbo and his adventure and because it is in fact red ~grin~. So here without edit or alteration is one such entry, written sometime last August, not long after my move to this island was new and my X, trying to wear the mantle of "friends" had visited while on her own travels...

I think it was sometime in the second 24hrs when the euphoric feeling had dissipated and old ‘rubs’ began to surface…it started with a snide comment from
her, which put me on the defensive, with feelings that if this had been anyone else, and ‘goodbye’ was not such a finite distance from now, I would have been telling them to ‘fuck-off’ and go find hospitality elsewhere. Suffice to say it took virtually no time for the reason she is the X to surface, find affirmation and ratification in my mind, added to which her visit proved to be an intrusion into my life here, my heart has moved on and is looking elsewhere, she, like the time for our relationship had passed.

With 6 months to get used to the idea, the past month has occasionally thrown out “what ifs” and “maybes” but no more…I am glad for the past week, and I am also glad she has now gone. While I won’t go so far to say that all elements of the week were painful, too many were forced trips into a shielded me that I have been able to happily shed. They were returns to a person I no longer am and have no interest or desire to be.

And I for one am happy I had the last half year to “get over it”, for this final week was/is really the culminating of a severing, we’ll see how much contact remains, whether the friendship is real, or is a result of dating only. It will be interesting to see if e-mails continue to flow once geographical separation is at a distance equal to the romantic and emotional one. But I am happy, even relieved to be able to look to tomorrow, and set my guns on a new target, without the baggage that could have been part of the resulting fallout.

I think one of the saddest things about ‘breaking up’ is the unanswered questions, the pain of parting salvos, that force beautiful and loving hearts to retreat rather than to seek joy in life. It’s not that all aspects of the week were painful, rather most of the week wasn’t, it wasn’t painful, and it wasn’t passion filled…it just wasn’t…what it was, was a middle of the road, an easy sometimes uncomfortable tolerance. A steady passage of time, that came close to being time wasted, but not quite…in short in every life there are many weeks that do not blink on the radar of memory, and as such are never revisited, this was one of them. Just a grey week which blends into a background of mixed colors and is not full of the colors I would choose to paint my life with…

…today dawned, the sun peeked over the horizon and though I was already at work, I know it was with a brilliant swath of color just as I know tomorrow will be the same. So beware world, Indy has his palette and brushes and has found a heart on which to paint.

Tagged: The Dogs Name, Dating, The Red Book

Lectiones Sacrae Ex Libris Indiana 07:30 7 comment(s)

All the worlds a stage,
And all the men and women merely players…
They have their exits and their entrances
And one man in his time plays many parts.
Jacques, As you like it. Act 2, Scene 7.
Bill.

That was all. It happens. Friends come in and out of your life like busboys in a restaurant, did you ever notice that?
The Body
Stephen King

The last few weeks have been a struggle to write, inspiration often the hardest of factors was and is overflowing yet the transfer from head to hand languishes in a manner most sloth like.

For the truth is that this Blog will change as I do, as my life moves from scene to scene and to new acts, the reflections here will be different from what they were. And perhaps sadly, perhaps not, this will raise the ire of some readers and they in turn may chose to express such with a click of the X in the top right corner…during this time it has been suggested that as a writer, you adopt a certain style, your find your “voice” and with that you cultivate and audience…and to that audience you have a responsibility.

I disagree with that sentiment…this is MY stage. I am the playwright and the goal here is my self exploration, not that of the audience, and though you are invited to comment and perhaps through that option share the boards and in turn contribute to the scene, yet it remains my stage.

If you write everyday you write for your readers and not yourself
Summer, Change of Season

And therein lays, perhaps, the reason for my struggle. I have allowed the needs of the audience to outweigh the needs of self and have been led into areas that perhaps I may not have explored…I have fallen into the trap of popular fiction, I have been writing for you and not for me…

It's a dangerous business, Frodo, going out your door. You step onto the road, and if you don't keep your feet, there's no knowing where you might be swept off to.
Frodo, Fellowship of the Ring
JRR Tolkien

And so today, with a new template and a renewed focus it is time once again to control this Blog and lead it where I would have it...

Tagged: The Dogs Name, Blogs, New Template

Lectiones Sacrae Ex Libris Indiana 09:30 12 comment(s)

It starts small, like all such desires…an annoying tic, the incessant hum on the fringes of our mind, the small shading of green that gives way and grows into more, and as, for whatever reason, the words on the sites we read fail to inspire or talk directly to us, the distraction of the layout grows…ohhh nice colours, clean layout, I love that image, that’s a cool plug-in, and look at those links, and for those truly geeky amongst us…I wonder how they did that in CSS?

Yes, I have been cursed with template envy.

That growing desire, usually more frequent during times of blog-boredom and decided lack of writing inspiration that’s raises its tempting little head, and is only fueled by the more sites you visit. For those so afflicted there can be only one cure, this blight can only be assuaged by one thing, and I don’t mean copious quantities of cask strength bourbon, that’s right, a “redesign”.

Struggling in the last few days to find my voice and give head to my thoughts, I have gone beyond the mere contemplation of a redesign, and am firmly in the trenches doing battle with the evil “html hun”…now in the past a certain un-named Blogger has accused me of “blog commitment issues” (BCI), to which I scoffed and merely pointed out that maybe I am just easily bored and get distracted by…ooohhh look pretty popUps ~grin~.

So it was with the smug smile of satisfaction that I read Jill’s post this morning, and I had to laugh when the struggle to find inspiration and post was likened to that of a difficult relationship…I was further encouraged with her third piece of advice “Dress for it.”, meaning customise your template to speak both for you and of you…and maybe, just maybe, I even grinned when she mentioned Vicky S ~grin~

Tagged: The Dogs Name, Blogs, Templates

Lectiones Sacrae Ex Libris Indiana 10:30 10 comment(s)

It really is harder to write when you are happy. The literary world at least has editors to stop all but the most angst ridden, dare I say literature, from reaching the masses but not so the blogging world, where if we are honest the majority of blogs are about lament, regret, anger, angst, fear, loss, nervousness and the oft failed quest to find “perfect” love.

Which means we as online voyeurs get buoyed by the failures of others, we see our lives as not so difficult as we imagined, and most of all we see that the road we think is ours alone is in fact a well trod highway and we are not as alone as we dream. But that makes Blogs on the whole, if you stop to think about, as generally depressive places…which is why it’s hard to write when you are happy.

A reader once asked me “I can't help but wonder...when does the melancholy end for you? And the joy begin?” Back then I think I offered some pithy reply, and shrugged it of as a mere phase of my life and the memories I was sorting through at the time reflected in my blogging style, but today I know how I would answer that reader…and in fact maybe this post is doing just that. But like everything there is a trade-off…and as Fab likewise promises to return to "thought provoking, rambling, agonizing posts one day soon", I do have to wonder if it is actually possible to do just that...

...for it is much harder to write when you are happy...instead of writers block and lack of inspiration you find the “joy block” where composing becomes difficult, while angst is easily shared since misery loves company…joy is such an emotion that it is really shared by to a select few, and does not lend itself so well to a public forum…

And let’s be honest, people really don’t want to be reminded that happiness can be achieved, since it only serves to remind them that they are yet to find it, or had once found it and have now lost it.

Update/Addendum (15:25 20 April 2006) After some angst filled comments and an e-mail or three it has become abundently clear to even my dense skull that many found the above last paragraph either too smug or possibly slightly condescending, this was not my intent. Perhaps the last paragraph would have been better served by the following which conveys, I feel, the sentiment I wished too, and maybe in a more erudite manner.

People do not want to be reminded that others are happy, especially when they themselves are not. Other people's happiness is confronting for it reminds us too oft of our own lack, it highlights our own unattained goals, our unrealised dreams and areas in which we are less than we would have ourselves be. But by far other peoples happiness confronts us the most for even in the midst of sharing, congratulating and wishing them well in their joy...we feel envy, and are forced to confront not the happiness of others, but the short comings it illustrates in us. And if we can be truly honest with both ourselves and others we would admit that this is so.

Lectiones Sacrae Ex Libris Indiana 14:15

Trueborn asked “what of love?”

It has been written, by people far more eloquent and literate than I , that no greater love does a man have for his fellows than to lay down his life for them…and while this weekend past we are asked to remember the sacrifice Jesus made for us…I still looked at Trueborn’s words and wondered.

And so while my mind picked at memories and thoughts and the flittering of ideas teased my synapses with gentle taunts, I had to wonder about love, and with it the concept of Jesus, redemption, forgiveness and of course a Soul.

C.S. Lewis once wrote “We don’t have a soul; rather we are a soul that has a body.”

A friend recently asked about the idea of soul mates, rather than respond to her thoughts, for they are hers and therefore neither right nor wrong, but just hers, I thought I would weigh in with my 2 cents (and since I am Australian that means they are really worth about 1.4 cents on the open market ~grin~)

But here they are;

I believe you can love many people in your lifetime, some even simultaneously, I believe that the type of love that begs marriage, children and thoughts of forever can only exist for one person to give to a single other at a time…I believe that the special love we all seek, that afforded by a “soul mate” comes once maybe twice in a lifetime. This is not to say that you can’t find great happiness with one of many people in your life, wise choices will take you there, but the soul connection is not “perfect”. Which of course is a bit scary, since what if I’ve already met them and didn’t know it…but this of course is not how it works for soul mates, who will just gravitate to each other, and life no matter how rocky, leads them to meet and meet and meet until they see the other for what they are.

I think love is selfish, love too often serves its ownself, but with “soul mates” this isn't so, the heart seems to beat in two bodies at the same time…the connection is deeper, and others can see it, sthe selfishness is shared so that rather than serve the individual it serves the couple.

And seeing how it is Easter, a weekend when we recall our Lord, where we are called to think about love, sacrifice and serving others, it is perhaps with no surprise that I think the Bible probably has the best description of what to see in “soul mates”, to answer the question “what of love?”

“Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self seeking, it is not easily angered, and it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, and always perseveres.”

- 1 Corinthians 13:4-8 NIV

When you see a couple who do this without even trying, who just seem to “serve” each other, I think then you look upon “soul mates”, two people who’s lives just seem to beat in sync and you know they are supposed to be together, the connection between them becomes visible, everyone, including them, just knows.

Note: I really don’t like the term “soul mates”, but struggled to find the term I would think encapsulates what I mean…so for want of a better term.

Lectiones Sacrae Ex Libris Indiana 06:00 12 comment(s)

Click here (nsfw) and below is the weekends libation...

Tequila (the Dirk Pitt way)

2 oz of Tequila
Hand full of cubed-ice
2 lime slices

Instructions

In a Whisky Tumbler, drop the lime.
Add the ice
Splash in the tequila

from Flood Tide, by Clive Cussler

Lectiones Sacrae Ex Libris Indiana 08:00 5 comment(s)

...it never yet did hurt to lay down likelihoods and forms of hope

- Henry IV, Part II, I.iii.

(.mp3 file . File Size: 938kb . Time 00:01:00 . hosted @ thedogsname.castpost.com)

Lectiones Sacrae Ex Libris Indiana 06:00 14 comment(s)

Cleavage. n. (kle vij)

6. Informal. The hollow between a woman’s breasts, especially revealed by a low cut neckline.

But I do have ONE question, along the lines of: when is half a hole enough to become a whole hole? I can’t help but wonder at what point does it become cleavage, is a hint of bosom enough, just the little tease of shadow, or does it take the curve of breast for it to constitute actual cleavage.

When is it cleavage and when is it not?

Lectiones Sacrae Ex Libris Indiana 06:00 13 comment(s)

I was asked awhile ago what I thought about plastic surgery, and then recently it came up again in a conversation with someone who clearly does not need it, but afterwards it really got me thinking…and in light of my recent thinking about being yourself and the wearing of masks, I’ve decided to at least put my thoughts on the subject here.

My big question is, does the act of changing the physical change the “real” person beneath. I know society is looks obsessed, I admit myself to being a very visual person (psychologists call this picture smart) but you hear so many cases where someone goes under the knife and then they change, the parameters of friendships, relationships change and with them the nature of the relationship itself.

The worst thing a woman can say to a man after: “we need to talk” is “I’m going to get my haircut”…even typing it sends shivers up my spine…NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!

So how would I feel about “Baby, I’m going to get my boobs done?” ~wicked grin~

I am all for it…if my partner desired surgery to feel more comfortable with who she was and with the image she projected to the world then I would want to support that 100%. Apart from the obvious increase in confidence and attention that goes along with it, maybe what it does is help strip away the masks we’ve been forced to wear and wear one that is a little more transparent to the person we wish to be, or the person we’ve been hiding. When in a relationship that has a future and shared purpose I am a fairly secure guy, I don’t get overly jealous (most of the time) and really want to see my partner soar to their fullest.

If going under the knife helps someone do this, how can it really be a bad thing?

And just imagine it: you could be in bed with a 70 year old woman, that you love dearly, and her breasts will still be perfect. (And if you can't smile at a visual like that, you have never been really in love)

Let's just hope this doesn't happen: Ugly Breast Implants (nsfw)

Lectiones Sacrae Ex Libris Indiana 06:00 6 comment(s)

Scorpy: What is it with all these hot bloggers?
Indy: And horny ones?
Scorpy: That too! I somehow expected more flannel…
Indy: …and less lace.

This fictitious dramatization of a real e-mail exchange that was far less erudite and literate but equally as valid…both of us were left wondering how come so many hot, horny ~grin~ and single women are Blogging?

But rather than ponder this quirk of geek fate that enriches the lives of all pasty faced computer hackers everywhere, here is Scorpy’s and Indiana’s HOT 10. Chosen from the ranks of our combined Blogrolls, this list is scientifically arranged, in no particular order (ok it’s alphabetical) and is based on our combined opinions.

And to prove that we are one step evolved from SUV driving, gun toting, fishing and camping Neanderthals (at least I think we are) we have based this list on three factors:

1. literate readability: the ability to string words into coherent sentences,
2. desire to return: a certain “jen a se qua” that encourages return visits and illicit our desire to comment beyond the inane “nice post”,
3. physical looks: after all we are men, cut us a little slack here, this is simply either the publicly posted photos or the privately e-mailed ones we have seen that make us stop in our tracks and have us right-clicking Save As. (We’re not really stalkers, the restraining order was all a big mistake ~wink~)

So here is Indiana and Scorpy’s or Scorpy and Indiana’s HOT 10:

1. A bit wicked @ How to survive a world full of assholes.
2. Auburn @ Ivory towers and sandstone walls
3. Contessa @ 1001 ways to be naked
4. Fab @ The single girls blog
5. Jenna @ Girlspoke
6. Jessica @ Sassy suspect
7. Steph @ Much ado about sumthin
8. Summer @ Change of season
9. Trixie @ Bated Breath
10. Wegg @ On the beach at the end of the world and Pillowbook

Lectiones Sacrae Ex Libris Indiana 06:00 12 comment(s)

In “Blink”, Malcolm Gladwell suggests that some of the best decisions of our lives are made by “thin slicing”, that we utilize our experiences, our yesterday’s, to quickly make decisions about our life and direction.

The concept of thin-slicing allows that our decisions are made based on experiences, that we very quickly use our stored memories to “blink” a decision that for the most part will stand up to stronger scrutiny and prove us correct in time…we do this as a snap decision…we glimpse, we assess and with the single movement of the second hand, we make choices…some are those of simple deliberation, and others made with the equal assurances of conviction have longer far reaching effects and will change our lives forever…

So a snap decision saw me hop a plane for a destination a world away, to make contact with someone I had read of and talked to…someone with whom the flirtation of a digital stream had progressed into areas that is better reserved for lovers…and so I hopped a plane to see if the chemistry I felt for her was real…to see if the two of us could have a shared tomorrow.

And me, what did I decide after such a journey…

…well I made my choice with a single kiss.

Lectiones Sacrae Ex Libris Indiana 17:30 7 comment(s)

One of my favourite reads is Wegg, who has complained about a certain absence from my blog since I moved here, and while I am sure this may alienate some of my more sensitive readers, I too my miss my Friday Indulgence. ~grin~

So click here (nsfw) for the eye-candy and below is the weekends libation...

Dry Martini

2 ½ oz Gin (preferred: Bombay Sapphire)
1 tsp Dry Vermouth
1 twist of Lemon peel

Instructions

In a mixing glass half-filled with ice cubes,
combine the gin and vermouth. Stir well.
Strain into a cocktail glass.
Garnish with the lemon twist or an olive (or two)

from Webtender.com

Lectiones Sacrae Ex Libris Indiana 06:00 12 comment(s)

I left a line similiar to this when Wombat of Kiss and Blog posed the idea that once a date had mentioned her boob-job he had to physically fight his eyes from "slipping". (I still think she mentioned it to encourage him to look ~grin~) But is it true that that line between admiring her form and uncomfortable leering is only as wide as her interest in you?

The equivalent is the modern work place with its "sexual harrassment" rules, these black and white policies designed to protect are regularly flaunted, side stepped and even tossed aside as office flirtation and banter preveals...but again there is a line here that is unwritten and is as wide as her interest. Flirt in the workplace with a woman who either likes you or the likes the banter and you're safe...flirt with someone who has no interest or "like" in you and you risk sexual harrassment...the line is based on her sexual comfort, the innocent banter and fun.

The same can be said for visually admiring a woman...if she has interest in you, then you are admiring her, if she has none, then you are leering...

At dinner…

She caught me once, I know this because as my eyes raised back to hers she smiled, an impish knowing smile that said “hi” and her eyes crinkled in laughter and enjoyment…she knew I had looked and had probably been looking...and she liked it…

The gentle curve, highlighted and accentuated by her bra, only served to focus the attention on the delicate frame of her dress that drew the eyes along her neck and downward along the dress line to her…erm...assets ~wink~ …the tight fabric hugged her body and flared at her hips, falling gently to her knee , before the high heeled boots continued to complete the vision.

…my eyes followed her retreating form, I stared openly in admiration as her skirt swished around her thighs, her bum moving with the perfect level of muscled wiggle…I don’t know if she knew I watched her retreating form, but I know I smiled especially as I took in briefly the entire restaurant and realized, though she was with me, I was not the only one who admired her beauty. ~grin~

She returned to her seat, smiling, and I had laugh as I took her in again and told her in all honesty “You're stunning”, she blushed a “thank you”, though I must confess I am not sure if she blushed because she was unused to such compliments or the idea that I found her so was appealing.

I remember I ordered steak, but the truth is I don’t really remember how it tasted or even eating it, nor do I recall much of what we talked about rather instead I remember a sense of simple ease, a comfortable evening, with someone who is completely gorgeous, and as far as I could see, really enjoyed my company…

... I know this because she didn’t seem to mind my “admiration”. ~bigger grin~

Lectiones Sacrae Ex Libris Indiana 09:00 10 comment(s)

Never one to be too shy and refrain from stepping out on a limb just for conventions sake I decided to take a quick jog through the tree branches to dispell some Modern Dating Myths (MDM's). So after consulting the fairest group of literate and educated men I could find, I fell back instead on the most honest and simply "knocked the tops off some cold ones" and asked the blokes at the pub...So here it is, a few pet peeves and some easy ways to keep us happy...

Be on time. I know for years you’ve been told that to keep a man waiting is expected and he’ll find it endearing that you are taking so much extra time to get ready for him. HE WON’T! Most men are logical sequential and know how long it will take to get to the reservation, we have factored in traffic, delays and even the dreaded finding a parking spot….when you cannot be ready at the appointed time it tells us that we are not important enough for you to be on-time, put simply it’s RUDE, you don’t like it in us whatever gave you the crazy idea we like it in you.

Keep your word. Do not lie ever. This is doubly important in this modern day of platonic friends, especially if they are male. We do not believe in platonic male friends, since it stands to reason that if we find you attractive and want to sleep with you, so do they. If you lie about anything, even the smallest thing our minds will extrapolate this to include everything…this is not good…it will lead to jealousy, envy and a whole slew of emotions that we are not supposed to have: BUT DO.

If he is still a friend, and you once slept with him, even if his pecker was tiny, he kissed liked a fish, and had the oral technique of a warthog we do not ever want to know, EVER. If we find out we will not want you to ever see him again, even if we say anything to the contrary.

We understand your need for space…we do not like it…but we understand and accept it. Do not nag us about it, or whine. Just tell us you need to get some stuff done and then do it. If you tell us that you need “space” or “a break” in our minds it is over. If you decide different you will need to chase us and whatever we did between you saying the “break” word and you saying “I made a mistake” is not grounds for discussion or inquiry. To quote Ross “We were on a break.”

And maybe the hardest thing to accept for all our stupid antics and pathetic attempts to impress you, the simple truth is we want just that: For you to be impressed by us. We like it even more when you tell us the good things about ourselves. Because despite all evidence to the contrary men have very fragile ego’s, we might act all blustery and confident, but most of us, at the heart of it are not…we fake it because society and our workplace expects it. When you offer us affirmation and make us feel secure in our relationship with you, we really will do anything for you.
And I mean anything.

Ohhh and if all else fails, a morning blowjob works nearly every time.

Lectiones Sacrae Ex Libris Indiana 06:00 13 comment(s)

Time.

Everything comes down to either time or timing, it’s that simple: one either has perfect timing, or occasionally you have to accept that it may not be your time…which then comes in two types: short time and long time.
Short time is the amount of time between the light turning green and some Singaporean taxi driver honking, while long time is that agonizing wait for a loved one to log in or return an e-mail…it’s the slow painful process of “inbox watching”, hoping for outside contact and a chance to connect. It’s the slow passing of days for a response that once took minutes or hours at most…long time is all about patience and waiting…both things I have in short supply or am not good at.

Lately I have spent a lot of time waiting on e-mail replies, hoping for swift answers, but knowing responses will be delayed, and yet this still does not stop me from clicking refresh on my inbox 20 times an hour in a vain hope that a reply will have been sent. Like those who click the traffic walk signal repeatedly hoping it will make the lights change faster and speed them on their way…I indulge in a futile battle with something beyond my control, because simply, I want to know, I want to have direction and I crave contact with the few friends I have, and I love hearing from them.

A hiatus away from the computer sees me return to an inbox with two messages, from friends abroad, absent from my sight if not my heart. And although I want a reply from just a single person, these fleeting touches remind me I am not alone and I have friends. Reading both the text and between the lines, I draw a picture of their current highs and lows, through what is said and what is left out I infer much of their life.

Thoughtful replies are written and sent, and the cycle renews.

Lectiones Sacrae Ex Libris Indiana 06:00 9 comment(s)

I have never been able to sleep with a woman ~grin~ meaning the close snuggling and entwined peaceful rest some couples enjoy has never been mine.

Instead the usual pattern of my nocturnal affairs is to roll away, back facing partner and snooze. Even in my king sized bed, facing my partner has never provided the comfort I need to slumber, and though I am happy to snuggle I will roll away to actually sleep. Studies suggest that 86% of couples sleep apart, the majority of people are those for whom the best nights sleep is a selfish thing enjoyed as a solitary thing.

This is why it’s a “tell”, one day I will meet a woman with whom close cuddling and bodies entwined is the stuff of peaceful dreams and restful sleep…

…and I will just know that she and I are meant to be.

Damn I hope when I meet her she feels exactly the same way about me.

Lectiones Sacrae Ex Libris Indiana 06:00 15 comment(s)