(my dad rocks it on guitar)
I've come across a lovely man. Whilst discussing the presents exchange process for our young courtship, we had the following conversation:
me: so when should we try to celebrate Christmas?
him: On the way to Seattle?On the way back?
me: dunno, asking you sir (translation: I don't wanna make decisions-stomps foot)
him: How about at a rest stop picnic table on the way there? For some reason I like the sound of that.
me: get the fuck outta my head. seriously
him Really? You were thinking that?
me: yes, i was thinking that. with some picnic... totally. thinking. that... out in nature, totally intimate freaky
him I like it.
me: me too
him: Done and done.
I use to think I couldn't have that kind of mental freaky connection again. Hope it stays that way for awhile and it's not a fluke