Dinner was fantab – asparagus, salmon, beets, salad, and vanilla pudding with gingerbread. 🙂
“If he makes love like he plays music, there won’t be much movement.”
For ambience: Latin American Music.
Meanwhile, according to tonight’s wisdom (!), my feet may be the sexiest part of my body. I don’t know for sure if this is what was being implied by comments about my “young feet”, but given the context . . . and the fact that the conversation switched from English to Dutch for clarification of all the nuances . . .
It reminds me of something I read in Sherman Alexie yesterday, about the intimate link between the sacred and the profane. 😉