G: "*Su*port! *Su*port!"

(while he's propping up my private parts)

"We wouldn't want things to start sagging..." --> 'course, not! what would I do without him? D.

(biking) "You are falling behind, D..."

like I don't know... (he just doesn't get it that not everybody has his calves...)

Delia

P.S. got him beat hands down at swimming, though... (I can comfortably swim for about three hours straight) and there is no contest as to any of the winter sports (just would not put anything that looks like skies or skates on his feet -- afraid he would break some bones...) D.

one way to read the New York Times in a deserted Starbucks

facing G. and reading the backside of the page he was reading while I was holding it up and struggling not to explode in laughter when he would wink to the side of the page and make obscene gestures with his hands...

Delia

P.S. don't remember being "unattached" ever being this much fun... D.

I wanted to get mad at him but I couldn't...

I was in the kitchen, in my undies, trying to get a glass of milk when he poured water from the pitcher directly down my bare bum... (we have tile on the kitchen floor) and had the nerve to "innocently" ask me: "Are you, wet?".

Delia

P.S. we ended-up laughing like kids... D.

Red stilettos (G.: "Is that *all* you are going to be wearing?)

I'm usually ultra-comfortable but once in a while I'm tempted by a pair of illogical but sexy shoes, such as fire-engine-red stilettos... D.

we are not ready to join a book club

G., was going to give it a try this time: I wanted us to join a local book club and borrowed two copies (one for him and one for me) of the book they were going to discuss this Saturday -- not a bad one, I thought... somebody who had a lot of academic background in the topic had written "the true story" of one of the women in the Old Testament, as supposedly recounted by the character herself

I thought we were set to go but I figured I'd just ask G. if he thought he would enjoy the discussion of this first book... He told me that he was going to suggest the book club reads some real literature, like "The Lives of the Noble Greeks and Romans," real accounts by Plutarch... (which he was going to bring along to show them) and skip "made-up stories" such as the one they were reading...

Delia

P.S. well, I'm glad I asked :) because I realized we were NOT ready to join a book club! (not as a couple, not unless we started one of our own...) D.

Starbucks guy

calls me "my lady" and rushes over to get my green tea on the table... every single time! I have no idea how I should react -- I mean, you want to be nice to people but... I have no clue where this guy is coming from... D.