For National Kissing Day

For National Kissing Day

Okay, my second black-and-white-photography-laden, romantic post in a row, but so be it. This is absolutely adorable.  I believe it was originally a jeans commercial, but look what they created:  They paired up a bunch of strangers and asked them to kiss.  I dare you not to get irresistible little chills before the end:

I’ll go go back to this video whenever I write characters who are falling for each other.  Because there is nothing like that moment.  And let’s face it: You only get so many of these in your life.

In Stephen King’s Christine, he described it as that roller coaster, “the one that’s the best ride, the one they really only let you take once.”

I can say I was allowed on that coaster more than once.  But you only get so many.

The Truest Sentence

The Truest Sentence

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Brief observation for the day:

I kiss my husband goodbye as he leaves for work, and I think,

“Bye, person whose hand I want to hold when I die!”

That’s it, isn’t it? That’s how you know. Even if you’ve been in love with too many, or wish you were in love with more … If you are abjectly lucky enough, there is one person in the world where, even if you died, it would be all right, as long as he were there. As long as he held your hand.  (… Or was waiting for you?)

There’s that One True Thing. The one true sentence that Hemingway said we should write about:  The person you should spend your life with is the one you know you will call out to the day you die.

I wish that one person upon everyone.





My husband wants to paint his office.  He has swatches with about 70 different shades of blue on his desk.  He says, which one — I’m confused, I can’t decide.  Which one do you like?

I look, and three shades jump out at me. I pick the strongest and say, that one.

He says what do you mean, that one, don’t you want to think about it?

No, I don’t need to think about it.  I can see them.  I like that one.

He says, I need another two weeks to look at them and contemplate them and move them around and decide.

Two weeks later, he’s still up in the air.  He asks me, Which one do you like?

The same three colors jump out at me.  I point to the same tile.  I like that one.

… And when my sister-in-law who sells jewelry comes out with five pallets full of like 200 sets of earrings and splays them out in front of all us girls, everybody goes Oooooo and starts raking through them.  I schmush the sets around for a minute, and pluck a gorgeous pair of fire topaz and silver-tone drops out of the inventory.

Everybody else is pawing and pouring over earrings for the next two hours.  I hold onto my fire topaz drops. My sister-in-law says, are you sure?  There are so many pretty ones!  You can keep looking, Sue, it’s all right.

Sure, thanks, they’re all beautiful.  But I don’t need to keep looking.

Everybody else continues to rifle.

Doesn’t mean that my choice isn’t valid.  Five years later, those fire topaz drops are still my favorite freaking pair of earrings.

Doesn’t mean I don’t still love that color blue.

Paint swatches.  Jewelry.  Men.  I don’t need to deliberate.  I know what I want when I want it.  I know what I feel when I feel it, and I know it immediately. I enjoy it that way. So don’t bother talking me out of it.

Doesn’t mean those feelings aren’t absolutely authentic just because they came to me right away.  It means I trust my gut.  I am decisive.

So if I have had to deal with the repercussions of deciding I had significant feelings for someone right away, that was always all right with me.  That’s what I do.  Did.  Maybe the only caution I should have more frequently taken was not opening my mouth so fast, knowing that other people don’t have the same kind of immediate knowledge of what they want and how they feel as I do.  Most people have decision-making processes that are deliberate and drawn-out, instead of instantaneous and instinctive, and I should respect that by pretending to be normal.  So as not to have my decisions be considered impetuous and fabricated.

Which is so not the case.