Gut Rumbles

February 12, 2005

i don't know if I'm up for it

I had a bad night. Bad dreams about my ex-wife. A bad bellyache this morning. I don't know whether I need to go puke or take a pain pill and go back to bed. I just know that I damn sure don't feel 100% of my normally charming self.

Then, I read this post. About how you display your feelings to the person you love.

Now that I've given a female perspective, are there any of you guys out there who would like to speak out and give me another frame of reference?

I don't like public, suck-face displays of affection. If you wanna fuck, go get a room. Take that shit indoors. That's one of the reasons so many "Gay Pride" displays disgust me. I don't CARE about your sexual preference--- do whatever you want to do---just don't feel compelled to throw it in MY face. How about a little decorum here?

But I've always liked touching the woman I was with, usually with my hand, just lightly on the bottom of her back when we walked together. I like a good hug every now and then. Wake her with a kiss--- not some tonsil-swabbing, tongue-probing face-suck, but just a gentle kiss on the lips. "Good morning, darlin."

I also always liked to leave post-it notes where Jennifer the woman I loved would find them by surprise. I would write sappy little poems or just "I love YOU!" and put those things on the inside of a kitchen cabinet door or on the tea-pitcher in the refrigerator, or sometimes even just stuck in the top of her pocketbook so that she would discover them when I wasn't around.

I also sent her flowers and had them delivered to work for no other reason than to impress her co-workers. THEY didn't get flowers with a card saying "From Someone Who Loves You" when it wasn't a holiday or a special occasion of any kind. Yeah, I have a romantic bone or two in my body.

I would save for a year just to buy some really expensive, exotic jewlery to give her for Christmas or on her birthday. Diamonds. Big, juicy, shiny diamonds. A set of onyx earrings with a matching pendant on a gold chain that I had hand-made by a local jeweler. Pearls. I liked to decorate my woman.

I also liked sitting in a lawn chair at the beach or just on the back porch in the evening while reading a book and gently stroking her legs and feet. Regular readers KNOW about my foot fetish, but that wasn't SEXUAL to me. It was INTIMATE, a display of affection, a physical contact that I enjoyed. I loved spooning with her at night, even when she snored.

I thought SHE enjoyed that stuff, too. I must have been mistaken. She ripped my heart out and stomped that sucker flat.

Okay, I'm done now. Did I answer the question?


Posts like this one give lie to the notion that you are a caustic bastard. Well done.

Posted by: Chris on February 12, 2005 11:39 AM

Thank you, Rob.

I apologize for causing you any pain.

Let me just add, you never know what's around the next corner.

; )

Posted by: Christina on February 12, 2005 11:54 AM

No problem, Christina.

And Chris... I am ACIDIC, not "caustic." Take a look at your pH scale.

Posted by: Acidman on February 12, 2005 11:59 AM

Great post. Your ex was stupid to give that up. SHE was stupid. Because if that was just a part of what you gave on the outside, I'd imagine the inside, and the whole picture, would be something I'd never want to go away.

Posted by: Moogie on February 12, 2005 05:29 PM

Wayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy to close to home with that one.

Posted by: maggot on February 12, 2005 08:08 PM

Hey, I did use a small "c." And if your figurative persona is not only literally not caustic but also figuratively not caustic, one could plausibly assert that my statement was doubly profound. So there. I will nonetheless consult my pH scale post-haste.

Posted by: Chris on February 12, 2005 10:56 PM

I take it you were also a Lewis Grizzard fan Rob.

Posted by: Sandcrab on February 14, 2005 05:53 AM
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