The Ghost of an Unkissed Kiss

There he was…handsome, talented and smiling at me. I couldn’t resist. I had to flirt with him or I would regret it forever. Flashing my best smile and being totally, unabashedly myself, we began our conversation. We talked and laughed and suddenly I realized that my flirting was WORKING. Not only that, it was being RECIPROCATED and he was flirting with me, too. As the conversation went on we started walking with the crowd, and he reached over and suddenly he was holding my hand. Holy crap! Joy filled me in a way I thought was never going to happen again. It was so SO good.

Then I woke up and I thought, “Wow, a part of my brain still believes in love!”

Are You Happy With Your Wash?

Hello Sixth Minky readers. As you know I have little tablets that I carry around and write things in. I love to write the odd things people say and I write them without the context. It makes me laugh.

Anyway, these quotes have been posted into another blog called "Are You Happy With Your Wash" and can be found at: http://areyouhappywithyourwash.blogspot.com/

You should know that when I quote someone I don't edit their words. If they happily use a "colorful metaphor" I leave it there. Please proceed with caution.

Anyway, enjoy the blog, look for yourself in it, and add comments if you have other great things that someone has said that makes you giggle.

I LOVE this!!

Love's Not a Competition, But I'm Winning!

The other day I told my sister that I don’t like love anymore. I really like like. But not love. Mostly because it never turns out for me. But also because of what it does to me...not good things.

Here’s what my mind thinks when I’m in love:

How much weight do I need to lose? If only I were a couple inches shorter! What if I have bad breath? It’s because of all my sinus problems. What if he thinks I'm a hypochondriac? What if he wants me to go to an event that I really hate? What if I hate his family? What if he hates my family? Maybe I should grow my hair out…maybe I should cut it. Dye it different colors. Am I asking too much of him? Does he want more of my time? Will he be upset if I ask for my own time and space? What if he isn't strong enough to help me with my depression? What if he thinks depression is something I can "snap out" of? Etc, etc.

Here’s what my mind thinks when I’m not in love:

Mmmm…I really love Dr. Pepper.

Besides all of that, I also get very jealous because I’ve never been in a relationship where I was secure in what the guy was feeling for me. He’d have to be very careful and never make me jealous on purpose. For example…I’ve been “over” my friend for a while but every time he mentions going on a date I still have a little pang of hurt run through me. I don’t like it. Neither does he.

So, it is true. I don’t like love anymore. Love never works. Like is good enough for me.

Andrea Bocelli and the Mormon Tabernacle Choir

I am a fan of Andrea Bocelli!

Shut Up! I Am Dreaming of Places Where Lovers Have Wings!

There are several reasons why I want to marry the man in this photo.

1. His hair is sheer madness.

How can I resist a man who doesn't give a rat's hat about his coiffure?

2. The look on his face.

Don't tell me I can't go beyond this point. I'll damn well go beyond this point if I want to!

3. Look at those lips.

I love full lips. Not like Frank Burns the lipless wonder.

4. His eyes are deep blue.

This photo they look brown...believe me...deep blue. I love looking into blue eyes. To me they are the most expressive eyes.

5. He's Misha Collins.

Yes, my current Hollywood crush. And, on Supernatural he's an angel...so he does have wings.

A different L-Y song

This isn't the one I grew up with, but it's still the right song!