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My favourite of the ones you sent was the craft based one where she knitted
a sweater for her house)

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Ouch!

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Andy, do not misunderstand my "Frownie". I love the Chuckle, I just
sympathize with the poor woman. Of course, I do not even get the
poem. (

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> Andy, do not misunderstand my "Frownie". I love the Chuckle,
> I just sympathize with the poor woman. Of course, I do not
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And neither does the cad in the comic -- on any level (romance,
understanding of even basic rhyme and meter, caring, thoughtfulness...)

I remember one such comic where there was a similar line in the first
panel. The next panel showed mom's response by dumping the entire
grocery bag over dunderhead's pointed cranium.

The Ranger

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Yep. It lives in my house(s). Where my partner builds a bookcase while
I'm on a date with my other partner (even though his back has been
bothering him) so I'll have a place to put my cookbooks when I get home.

Where another partner writes a poem about me at a spoken-word thing I
run, and then reads it in public even though she's never done a thing
like that in her life.

Where one of them remembers on my birthday that months earlier some of
my old cassettes broke, and gives me the exact ones on CD.

Where I'm walking along the street with my love and he says he pities
the people in the world who don't get such perfect moments in their
lives. And the perfect moment is just our being together.

Where sometimes she will be staring at me and when I ask why, she'll
just say "You're just so beautiful."

There are big romantic things like popcorn in the mail (if you know me,
you understand how big that is), a vase full of perfect sunflowers, and
a photo of me and my love presented to us by our love, who is a
photographer. There are little romantic things, like fixing my comfort
food when I'm down, or remembering that I need to take my iron pill and
bringing it to me. And there are silly romantic things, like when I
say, "I smell like sex now," and he answers, "Baby, sex smells like *you*."

Romance is alive and well around here, and I wish it for you all.

serene