I came home to flowers. And a gift card to my favorite spa and a note that made with cry.
"Kitten, I know that you like poems. I can‘t write poems. But I can tell you this...
Your lips are the sweetest I’ve ever kissed…
They taste like strawberries dipped in chocolate.
Your skin is the softest I’ve ever touched...
You feel like you’re wrapped in silk.
Your smile melts my heart,
Every time.
Your eyes tells me that I haven’t scratched the surface of who you are…
And that excites me…I have the rest of my life to discover all of your many facets. I hope I live a long, long time.
Happy Anniversary, baby
What Anniversary is he talking about? I wondered.
The next page answered my question.
“You’re wondering what anniversary I’m referring to…
It was a warm evening, just like today. You were wearing jeans with a pale blue backless blouse that few people I know could pull off. Your hair was held in a bun at the nape of your neck. You were out with three women. I watched you all night. You caught me watching and held my gaze for the longest time. There was a half smile on your face…as if you knew what I was thinking.
I met you today seven years ago. We’re going out tonight,”
I couldn’t believe that he remembered.
I was out with three of my sisters who were visiting. Nia told me that there was a hunk behind me in a white shirt who couldn’t take his eyes off me.
I turned around. And saw him. He was with a group of people, but he wasn’t paying attention. I stared at him...and for a brief, brief moment our eyes locked. Nia was saying something and touched my arm. And I turned back to my sisters. But I could still feel him watching me.
He fell in step with me as I was walking to my car that night. And introduced himself.
He handed me his business card. “I would like to take you out. I would like to know more about you,” He said.
“Why?“ I asked.
“Chemistry,“ he said.
“I‘m not interested,” I said.
“You have my card. If you become interested, I’d love to hear from you,” He said.
Few weeks later I was rummaging through my purse for something and found his card.
I called him.
And from that. Here we are.
very interesting, i always feel very excited when i read ur blog, it gives me hope that one day i'll find my own flesh of my flesh and bne of my bone.
Posted by: mizcynic | Sunday, 28 June 2009 at 11:43 PM
Kenny has game, Maldita Sea!!! he has game.
How've you been Senotita kitten?
Posted by: Cerberus | Monday, 29 June 2009 at 01:52 AM
awwwww
so cute men!!!
Posted by: Temite | Monday, 29 June 2009 at 02:01 AM
happy anniversary, skitilicious!! :D
Posted by: kmplx | Monday, 29 June 2009 at 09:21 AM
Nice one. So, after all the effizy, you still called him!
Posted by: Severus Snape | Monday, 29 June 2009 at 09:51 AM
Very Romantic.
Posted by: Pink Lips | Monday, 29 June 2009 at 10:00 AM
awesome! I loved this. that poem was soo heartfelt!!! I wish you guys many many more beautiful years together :)
Posted by: Miss Natural | Monday, 29 June 2009 at 02:52 PM
I so loooove men that tell instead of ask.... "I met you today seven years ago. We’re going out tonight"
Tres Sexy!
Longest time, Kitten!
Posted by: Confessions of a London gal | Monday, 29 June 2009 at 03:02 PM
Sweet!
Terribly sweet in capitals!!!
Posted by: SHE | Tuesday, 30 June 2009 at 12:18 AM
That Gentleman indeed is akeeper Kitten
and in my book, has skillz
Posted by: B2B... | Wednesday, 01 July 2009 at 01:43 AM