For the past few years, I've been on a quest for a good old-fashioned date, the kind where the guy calls, makes the plans, picks you up in a car that's not his dad's or his other girlfriend's, and takes you somewhere that shows he put thought into what you might like, not what he might get off on like the latest how-many-naked-boobs-can-we-cram-into-this-movie-to-disguise-the-complete-lack-of-plot movie. I'm looking for the kind of date that starts with good conversation , has a sweet and satisfying middle, and ends with long, slow kisses and the dreamy feeling that you're walking on clouds.
Karen Marie MoningI lay my head on his chest and listen to his heart beating, solid and sure.....he reads me so well. He's known about my emotional empathy since we were children. Nothing disturbs him...Few can lie to me... I don't know the truth, only that there is a lie. It takes a scrupulously honest man to love me. That's my Sean. We learned to trust each other completely before we were old enough to have learned suspicion.
Karen Marie MoningAlthough it may not seem like it, this isnโt a story about darkness. Itโs about light. Kahlil Gibran says Your joy can fill you only as deeply your sorrow has carved you. If youโve never tasted bitterness, sweet is just another pleasant flavor on your tongue. One day Iโm going to hold a lot of joy.
Karen Marie MoningI hammered him with my fists. He just stood and took it. He didn't suffer graciously, he looked pissed off to no end. But he let me hit him. And he didn't hit me back.
Karen Marie MoningObservations,โ he says. โFour imperial Unseelie guards were the only commonality I was able to isolate endemic to both scenes.โ Theyโd been standing, armed, at the dock doors, overseeing the delivery. He gives me a sidewise look. โWow. That was, like, a whole sentence. With nouns and verbs and connective tissue. Endemic. Fancy word.
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