The girl next door isn't who you think she is; just when you thought you had her pegged. Sure she's got that sweet disposition you'd hope for, but the skirt you watched walk out that door at noon the other day with flowers just above the knees only lasted about 3 hours when the wind turned. Always wondered why that bag she's toting is so big? Well that's the tool bag of a woman whose nose is long for a reason. It finds wonders around every bend and the path never seems to go straight. The jeans she wiggled into weren't purchased with holey thighs. Nope...that's cheating! The bared threads here are the real thing. The skirt was loosely folded and stuffed into the bag.
You work for a few hours, writing, negotiating, writing some more. Then you chop some wood or climb a mountain till you're good and soaked and come home to invent another machine, layout a design you've been imagining, or work with a horse that's come to you a little skittish. A few minutes into it, the horse calms and begins following you. You ponder the circular nature of your work with the horse, with the martial arts you've been exploring. The circular nature seems to follow you everywhere. It's life. Somewhere around midnight, you notice a warm glow from what you guess is her bedroom window. It drops a few notches and you know it's not fluorescent. Nope...the girl next door is an incandescent kind of chick; dimmable, radiant, warm, shapely. She has an appreciation for the glowing filament and a distaste for phosphorescence, unless it takes the form of a firefly or a sea creature. A book is likely being consumed. 1:30 the light goes out.
She's obviously experimenting again. At around 9:00, you hear a series of melodies that travel from Ireland to Spain, then to somewhere high in the Appalachian Mountains. She disappears again at around 11:00 and something white catches your eye between your houses. Of course you're not going to sit there and look at it from your window. You discover a map that must have fallen from 'That Bag'. You sit on your porch and discover post-it arrows marking what looks like a path across several states. She's obviously reticent to mark a map, though her map is far from pristine. Worn edges, fingerprints from a golden pigment; she was likely sniffing spices somewhere, from barrels or bowls or perhaps in an ancient perfumery. Ah...chocolate stains too! What a pig! And she's the girl next door? You put the map on her doorstep and after all you've deduced, you think about leaving a note.
Talking to my girlfriend..."Our physical and intellectual chemistry fascinates me. I think we must have evolved from some sort of genetic-like pool that transcends our simple ancestry. He's one of the most creative thinkers I've known; with perspectives that challenge mine and help me to see worlds I never would have known. One of the most lovely things about this man is, he is so kind and very thoughtful. I am always touched by the effect he has on people...even passing on the street, or conversations with his business interests. He's a gentleman I feel comfortable with and thinks I'm beautiful when I'm as messy as can be. Oh...but his laugh...I shall never in a million years hear enough of his laugh. I think he laughs when he dreams...because I find him smiling when he's sleeping."
After meeting to decide if we want to go on a date, my first choice would be to go for a horseback ride, second would be to fly, or drive to a country destination and sit, hike or explore just about anything. Sharing yummy food can also tell a lot about a person.
Seems one has to do a little dating; exploring if/how we move and flow with one another. When the man finds his way into my heart and visa versa, I'll be ready to meet him half way and perhaps consider a long lasting relationship.
Do you have a problem squeezing into these boxes too?
I have two cats and a horse. Can you believe there wasn't a box for that? ha!