"You mean instead of or in addition to the usual poem?" she replies.
"Ummm... addition to."
"Okay - what are they?"
I produce two fliers - one from last Sunday and the other from a friend.
I produce two fliers - one from last Sunday and the other from a friend.
"Option 1: church dance with a bunch of people who have kids almost as old as we are.
"Option 2: poetry reading and jazz music at a bar downtown."
"Those are quite the options," she lols.
"Do you have a better idea," I parry.
"Well, we could get a Little Caesar's pizza, put the kids to bed early, and play Mario Brothers."
"Oh.
"I love you," I say, like Han Solo did in Return of the Jedi
when stuck between a storm trooper and the blast doors:
when stuck between a storm trooper and the blast doors:
part appreciation and
part attraction.
"I know," she says, like Leia
presenting the solution to the problem:
presenting the solution to the problem:
part assurance and
part showmanship.
And if those 4 moving parts aren't what animate love,
Then I'm a scruffy looking
Goomba herder.
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