On Saturday we went to a wedding. Beforehand I was in our bedroom getting dressed and D was in the kitchen ironing his favourite shirt. I came out of the bedroom with green hair, I's magical green, purple and blue dress and a purple cape. D said "You look good. You look really good." And just stood there gazing at me admiringly. Until he realised he'd burnt his shirt.
I think I will tell this story for a long time as one of our most romantic moments.
At the wedding I was dancing to some unfamiliar song with a friend who is maybe 10 years younger than me when he said "I suppose you remember this from when it came out?" I didn't but that was fine. Then he said "My dad was hippy, were you a hippy?" Suddenly I felt a hundred.
When I told this story to another friend who is maybe 10 years younger than me, he said "Well if you are 100 then you look really good for your age."
Sorry for the lack of posts lately - my laptop is sick and I'm suffering from work angst.
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Love the fact that D burned his shirt because of your overwhelming beauty. It is a wonderful story! The most romantic I've heard in a long time!
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