Valentine’s Day Double Dipping

I am totally that friend on the left. I love this photo, lol!

Happy Valentine’s Day

Happy Valentine’s Day

I’ve come to accept that today mean different things to different people, so:

Happy Cupid Shot Me Day
Happy Puppy Love Day
Happy Hallmark Commercialism Day
Happy Oh Baby You’re The Best Day
Happy Bacon Rose Day
Happy I’ve Got A Crush On You Day
Happy Send Me Roses If You Love Me Day
Happy Lovestoned Day

And lastly,

Happy I Need You In My Life Day

To all of my blogging family, much love! Now get you some love!

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Overboard

On days like today I go a bit overboard.
I love like I’m losing it, I’m kinda lovestoned.
You asked for a letter, I gave you a book instead.

Called you in the morning, you didn’t pick up, got your sweet old lady instead.
Thirty pages dedicated to you, there’s more to come, but I had to cut it off somewhere so I could go to bed before I lost my head.
You are so beautiful, can’t you see it on days like this.

Thought about taking you out & lavishing you, then words like broke came to mind.
So I put pen to paper instead of spending paper on Hallmark moments because I want this moment to mean something.
I hope you get this message.
I hope you feel something.
I hope.

Someone got a peek at one of the pages; cried me a river and asked me where the ring was at.
I told her that was just the dedication, she froze and finally said, “There’s more to that!?”
I nodded, showed her one poem & let her watch me write the last page.
She looked at me and said “She’s yours.”
Now I don’t know if you’re a crier like she was, but I hope each page gives you something to feel.
I went from sweet to a fever-pitch, ran the gambit on everything.
I only that it will be enough.
Will it ever be enough?

I fought with Cupid till we were at a standstill.
He shot me and said that I deserved it.
I think he slapped me with V.D., not with vampires or diseases, but days like today about love & loving it.
So I laid my weapon down & closed the book.
This pen’s out of ammo now, and I don’t know what to do with it.

On days like today I go a bit overboard.
I love like I’m losing it, I’m kinda lovestoned.
You asked for a letter, I gave you a book instead.

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Love Is The Game & The Prize

Ever since my VD experience (Valentine’s Day, not the other kind of VD or Vampire Diaries), I have been wondering where I stand with the many women in my life. I love many women, but am in love with few. Last night I had a chat with two of my closest friends who will be getting married to each other later this year (congrats once again), and they gave me some good advice. One thing that stuck with me was “If you’re close to each other just ask her directly”. I already do that when we talk about everything else, so why can’t I be direct when it comes to us?

I think that part of my hesitancy stems from not knowing how to gauge the way she treats me vs other guys. Yes, its me vs the world, only the world doesn’t know it yet! With most girls I can get a feel for their intentions towards me based on the way they look and talk with me or how affectionate they are. It’s like my Attraction GPS is off when it comes to her, yet somehow she always finds her way to me. I don’t want to take things for granted. I have no shame, so I can deal with being wrong about her and laugh it off over drinks and awkward stories. Oh the things we do.

Love is the game and the prize, and I am but one player (and no I don’t mean “Playa”).

Maybe someone can answer this question for me. When does “hanging out” become “dating”?

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