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Wednesday, February 9, 2011

she keeps somethings we do a secret

The best thing about her, I thought to myself, was that she keeps some things we do a secret. I was in bed putting my head down for an afternoon nap thinking of someone special. Or at least, she's starting to be that way. She makes me smile, I recollected of the past few weeks. Seems like a lifelong crush going on, when in reality it's been less than a year. She uses a whole different vocabulary when she's talking to me in public and in private. It's those little things that I dig. It's like we have our own secret code. Like we're hiding in the basement in the crawl space and talking our own language while the others are socializing upstairs having no idea where we are. The eyes connect, the fast grin comes over our faces and we know it's a little sign to say Hey. You make me happy. I don't want to delve too much into this. I hate this stuff. I curse this stuff. I laugh at this stuff. I'm not going to admit if this is actually going on or not. I'm not going to say if this is happening now or something I felt in the past.

All I'm going to say is that it's just another year where Valentines is approaching and I have to post my obligatory love post where I showcase that side of myself.

I was raised with predominantly women, even though I did have a strong male influence in my family, both sides of the fam were made up of ladies. I know how much chicks love the V-Day. Like the wedding day, the day is for the women. Us guys just kinda show up, show some emotion, exchange gifts for kisses and then eat a huge meal gushing out emotional words we usually don't say the rest of the year and then go to bed snuggling each other with an embarrassing blush mark on both our faces that if the boys saw they would automatically throw us out of the guy fraternity for being too wussy.

I'm not even going to start with the whole commercialism that's behind this Hallmark made lovefest.

This is when someone comes into your life and kinda tickles you on your side metaphysically and makes you want to change your ideology about this holiday. She gives you a quick wink, shares a nice smile and whispers a few love words to you where you are found blushed out and on the ground gushing like a teenage girl. Or guy. Depending on the age. Anyway. Back to my point. You start to look forward to the next time you talk or share a note or sneak texts. She keeps you on your toes and you want to make her feel good. Everyday. All day. This is when you think that this holiday is actually a good way to have an excuse to say I Love You and still be in that guy frat of yours.

Again, I'm not going to say if this was inspired by someone real. Or someone in my life now or from the past. All I'm going to say is, hope you have a wonderful Valentines Day. Make sure you make her day all lovey-dovey with some sweet stuff thrown in, too.