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3.11.2009

do it on the front stoop.


do it on the front stoop


I have two recurring fantasies.

The first involves wood floors, clean white socks, and the song Isn't she lovely. He's wearing boxer briefs and I'm swimming in his oversized Hanes t-shirt, a relic from his college days that's about one wash away from complete disintegration. We both have the white socks on. Ankle socks to be exact.

He sings along to the stereo and we dance--slipping and sliding, unleashing the inner eight-year-olds who know how to turn any wood floor into a veritable slip-and-slide wonderland.


The second is this.

I want to find him on the doorstep. Unexpected. I want to turn the corner after a long day, a long month, a long year and find him half-smiling with a bouquet of flowers. He'll be sitting there. And when he sees me, he'll stand. At first I won't understand. Who is this man I knew a million lifetimes ago? I'll climb the steps and he'll step aside. I'll put the key in the door and pause. I'll feel his breath on my neck. And his silence will fill me, satiate me. I'll push the door open and he'll follow in step. And we'll begin our life together, as we've always known we would.

That's what I want. To find the man I dream of sitting on my front stoop. Waiting.


So my dearest, darling-est, dreamiest husband-to-be, know this...

don't take me to the opera. or the rainbow room. don't make it a carriage ride through central park or a weekend getaway. i'm not even sure i need you to get on one knee. but do it on the door step. on the front stoop. sitting next to me. on the same level. turn to me and ask me to be your best friend, your lover, your absolute equal. so that then we can go inside and begin our life together, as we've always known we should.




That being said, you sure as hell better ask my father first. I believe in chivalry. And I was raised in the South.





17 comments:

Helen said...

Oh man, I *loved* reading this. Stunning. He's somewhere out there ... trying to navigate his way to your front stoop.

Micaela said...

Just lovely!!! you are so charming and beautiful and this man of yours will be lucky and will be loved and have fun- i think you guys will laugh a lot.

sheila said...

I read this a few hours ago and ever since I've had the song 'Isn't she lovely' in my head.
I had to come back and tell you that. And that your husband is the man of many dreams that I hope will come true for you.

Hanako66 said...

awwww, you are adorable. love this.

miss alice in wonderland said...

i am in love with your blog! oh and your style and... well with your crib and your writing! I love your writing! and... yes I LOVE YOU! *laugh*

Carolyn said...

I have the same dreams. Ahhhhh one day....

A. said...

I love this. Dreaming is the best. Sometimes simple things are even better than the wildest dreams... my husband proposed to me pretty casually... and I wouldn't have had it any other way. He knows me all too well.

Thao said...

I loved reading this. It was beautiful and I hope it happens for you.

Natalie* said...

oh me too! me too!!!

i can i link this????

healthy ashley said...

This is beautiful. Yay for dreaming!

Carlita said...

i get warm and fuzzy reading this. i've been admiring for a while, you are so very eloquent in your writing. just beautiful.

jess said...

Before marriage my hubby worked out of town quite a bit- one day I turned the corner to find a big red truck similar to his sitting outside my house.. as he exited the truck(big bouquet of flowers in hand) he asked "how's the most beautiful girl in the world?" *sigh* keep dreaming..they do come true!

Shelby Lou said...

i LOVE this. LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE this. holy shmokes. you are awesome. im following you now. kthanksbye!

kate. said...

ahh i loved this too.. just like everyone else. your writing makes me so happy! thank you!

Marvins Fan said...

Great post! loved it!

Ria said...

I remember reading this when you initially posted it and it made me dream.


I was reading your blog earlier today and then later in the day, I was feeling a bit melancholy and this post came to mind (even though it is more hopeful than sad).

the best thing about your writing is that it makes me dream dream dream.

Mindy said...

You say "If I could live in a book, I would"...Well honestly, you ARE living in a book! I must say this blog is an excellent romantic comedy fantasy script, and you could definitely write a chick lit lookin-for-mr-right-in-the-city novel, you're a good writer, there's a reason tons of (slightly unstable) chicks are flocking to your blog...

BUT if you really are genuinely wanting to fall in love in real LIFE, I gotta say that if you're too busy plotting and writing what kind of socks and candlesticks and scooters and vespas and doorsteps you think real true love is going to involve then ACTUAL real true love will pass right by without you even noticing (because you're too busy looking for the right kind of balsamic vinegar or button-downs to go with the scene).

And actual real true love is 1000000 times better than any rom com chick lit fantasy and has nothing to do with broken candlesticks or what color your vespa is.

You won't be able to see your husband to be even if he's right in front of you if you're too busy looking for a black vespa. (and isn't it always the guy that has been sitting there all along in the end of the movie who ends up The One?)