Picture this…

… You and I laying in on a picnic blanket. I’m laying on my side and my floral hemline patterned dress is flirtatiously drifting just above my knees. We’re enjoying stuffed grape leaves and voyeurism. We take turns making up interesting and amusing stories about people we’ve never met, wondering where they’re going or where they’ve been. Our imaginations are all we need.

Or imagine me sitting next to you over a sumptuous Mediterranean dinner. We are in a corner booth and the lighting is low. The restaurant is busy and there is a very noticeable din in the restaurant but, somehow, we are the only ones there. My velvety vanilla scented perfume is warming your senses. I’m listening and watching you intently and, rather Impulsively, you slip your arm around my waist.. A girlish giggle escapes my lips. I’m beaming. Impulsively, you lean in and kiss me on the cheek because I’ve shared something personal and candid with you. You realize and appreciate that I’m an open book.