our first date

our first date

Yes, I am talking about you and me. Our first date.

Let me warn you, I always say those three little words on a first date.

Let me begin by saying, first dates are for connecting and conversations, finding out if there is chemistry. I don’t believe in movies or Broadway shows on a first date.

It should be all about the conversation.

So, we may begin with a walk in a garden, art exhibit, museum, or book store. If I know anything about you, I will try to start the date viewing something pleasureable to you. It is a good ice breaker. I once started a date with a tom-boy lady friend by playing minature golf (me in a suit and tie, her in a little black dress).

Back to us. Of course, you and I will finally sit down for a fine dinner.

At some point during the dinner conversation, when you least expect it, I will gaze into your eyes and whisper those three little words.

“Tell me more.”


Photo taken by me during a quiet dinner on this exotic paradise.


Love Untold (A Duet)

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Hola everyone.  I am thrilled to post my second duet with my wonderful muse/mentor Nandita Yata of the beautiful blog A Tangle Of Weeds.


Love Untold  (A Duet)


The man of my dreams wears Hilfiger in navy and white
He kills it with his James Bond look, suave, classy and bright
Hugo Boss lingers on his pulses so delicate and light
He smells like the tropics in trance, my olfactory delight

The woman of my dreams dresses in elegance and style
We enter the nouveau restaurant and every man’s beguiled
Heads continue turning as she is walking down the aisle
Everyone wants what I have, and that just makes me smile

When we go out, the man of my dreams opens doors for me
He leads me by the hand, he is the epitome of chivalry
He pulls the chair, seats me before making himself easy
Then says “how would you like to satisfy your palate, My Lady?”

At the table she discovers new silver earrings in her glass
For I will do everything I can to never let the Honeymoon pass
My beloved likes mischievous gentlemen with an accent of class
So I pull her chairs, hold her doors, and smack her in the ass

He beckons to the waiter who greets us with a beaming smile
“The finest Chardonnay you have, please bring it in a little while”
Are your feet hurting with the killer heels you have on, he asks
Oh but I only just put them in the car I say, he giggles and basks

I promise to massage her feet, and her favorite songs I will sing
Nandita is so easy to love, for my special lady I will do anything
As I sip my wine I notice I am with the most gorgeous in the room
We are the perfect pair, the blushing bride and the lucky groom

I say a quick silent prayer as Andrew locks his tender gaze into mine
Let eternity imprint itself upon our moments so beautifully divine
Even the stars are swooning in anticipation of the magic to unfold
As he serenades me, the moon blesses this story of our love untold

Violinists come to play their sweet strings cause it’s time for romance
She reciprocates batting her lovely lashes as our hearts sing and dance
The moon accompanies us on our walk home as the night ends in harmony
Cause I was born to love only her, and she was born to love only me