An Essay A Day For A Year
By Roe
Day 45, February 14, 2012
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Well everybody, Happy Valentine's day. I guess I’m supposed to write about Love today. You notice I almost always capitalize Love. I figure if you capitalize God when I don’t even believe in God, then I get to capitalize Love, because I believe in Love. It is easy to write about Love, since as I’ve said like a broken record in these essays, “Love is all there is”. I never met Valentine, but I’m glad someone made a day about him in the name of Love. I wish we could just call it Happy Lovers day, or even happy Sexy day. I went out on the town with wifey for happy Lover’s day, and it was cute to see all the Lovers out there on the town. It is the one day in America where girlies mostly dress like girlies. I saw lots of skirts, and lots of dresses, and lots of stockings, and hoopla!, lots of high heels. Hooray for Happy Sexy day!
All you girlies are so pretty, so beautiful, and so sexy. I just love you. Of course you dudes are pretty too, but I mostly like to hoopla for the girls. I did see several girls on Happy Lovers day wearing Uggs with jeans and a three layered top, just like she does every other day of the year, but I just said, “Ug”, and felt sorrow for her pretty beau. I must say that it’s time to make a youtube video about how to walk in stiletto heels here in America on happy Lovers day, just so you beauties don’t short step so much and make a pile up out there on the sidewalk.
I really loved the expressions on the beaus out there, happily arm in arm with his sexy Lover, and he had a noticeable twinkle in his eye, just like all the rest of the he’s. The twinkle said with a little tipsy song, “I’m going to get lucky! I’m going to get lucky!” I’m pretty sure that on happy Lover’s day it is the one night of the year when all we lovers count the minutes down to the horizontal. During our Japanese hibachi dinner table show, wifey and I witnessed several couples about to go horizontal in their chairs with their clothes on. Maybe too much sake and beer mixed together is an insurance policy for the horizontal on happy Sexy day, but we both wondered whether happy drunken horizontal stupor day is even memorable. Then we started laughing of course, since we might just remember one or twenty sexy stupor moments ourselves.
It was cute when the waiters passed out the dinner checks, and like partridges in our Japanese hibachi trees, it was two for two for two for two and more two’s. Only couples were out on the town for happy Lover’s day. It made me feel sad for all the single and lonely and horny people out there longing for company, and happy sexy anything, and of course Love with a capital letter. Whoever hasn’t known sweet tipsy arm in arm and sexy Love on Lover’s day, I hereby predict that next year you will stretch out those heels baby, and your beau will have a twinkle in his eye. If you are a girlie or boy and do know the joy of happy Lover’s day, but have lost your Love, I hereby predict that next year you will have that twinkle in your eye my dear girl, or boy. Love is coming.
I am absolutely sure that the right person is out there for the right person in the right place at the right time. And I am sure that you are next. Love is for you, and Love is all there is, cliché or no cliché. Starting right now at this moment, all of you who have renounced Love and Sex and happy anything day, are going to feel hopeful and diligent again at expecting Love. I capitalized Sex since I believe in Sex like I believe in Love. Nothing energizes our self esteem and hope and fulfilled need of proud selfhood like good Sex. For those of you who are looking for and hoping for Love or Sex, or best yet, Love with amazing Sex, hold on to your horses.
Let’s start right now to get ready for next year. From now on, we are going to look and feel like sex on wheels, and that is super cool since Love likes to follow sex. Each and every day we are going to simply and only be ourselves, nothing more and nothing less. And when we look in the mirror every time this year, as ourselves we will look back at our reflection and say, “wow!”, is that me? And “fuck yeah!” Is that me? Where did I get that amazing outfit? Damn! Look at those shoes! Gee, I really like your hair, we will say to ourselves. And, huh!, you smell good man!, you say to yourself dude. Your nails and jewelry are hot baby, you will say to yourself every day girlie.
Between now and next year’s “I’m going to be in tipsy hot love and go horizontal day”, we are going to have just a little too much sexy narcissism, maybe just a little too much ego, a dash of pride and plenty of stretch out those legs girl. We will have just enough “you rock dude”, and way too much time out there seeing and being seen. This year we really like ourselves, we trust ourselves, and we brim with a lot to offer in any plane, vertical or horizontal. “Hi, my name is I am a very good Lover. I need Love, I give and receive Love, and I’m looking for Love. How about you?” This year we will leak Love of all kinds all over those that are around us. And then it will happen just like I predict. “Damn!” “Wow!” And we look around and see that twinkle for the first time.
I love to practice this routine, and I start anew each day trying to woo my girlie. Lucky for me, she is really good at wooing right back. At least four times in the last 22 ½ years we made some very happy sexy Love (we have 4 kids). It might have happened once or twice more during these Valentines years of ours, but that is private. I’ll at least admit that this year I had two twinkles in my eyes, one for my girlie, ‘cus I’m pretty sure I’m gonna get lucky, and one for you, because I predict that if you’re not lucky, you will be soon. Happy Valentine's Day.
See you tomorrow.
yourpersonalmuse@gmx.com
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