The other day someone was asking if after a zillion years of being married if there’s any romance left on the bones. My first instinct was to say … maybe not much. We don’t do the big gestures very often, but after thinking about it, I realize we never really did. We aren’t big gesture people, it’s always been about the little things. And I like it that way.
But yesterday after a long day working on a book that’s coming due, Alpha Man took me out to my favorite Japanese place, and after that, he made a quick stop at the bakery. He asked what I wanted and I said nothing because they never have what I do want, which is an old fashioned chocolate dipped donut. Two minutes later, he came out grinning from ear to ear.
“Don’t tell me, ” I said. “You got yourself a dozen.”
And he handed me a fresh out of the oven and just dipped in chocolate old fashioned donut. It was warm and still dripping chocolate. I couldn’t get it in my mouth fast enough. And when he tried to talk to me on the drive home, I held up a hand and told him I couldn’t talk now, I was having a sexual experience all by myself with a donut.
So I guess romance isn’t really dead, even after all these years. 🙂