As you proceed out the door we, in sync and as if scripted, open our arms to embrace, just as any two would do in the moment…and as I run my hand up your back and my nails dig gently into the back of your head, through your curls, I graze your cheek with mine and whisper, “Good Evening, Love”. You claim to have no plans, just a nite of passing the dragging time…perhaps reading a romantic novel, watching Pride and Prejudice and playing some Jason Mraz on your acoustic, though nothing outrageous. Hindi bf It’s late in the afternoon on a Thursday nite and I decide to give you a ring to see what your plans for the evening are, knowing good and well that any plans that you may have in store would be canceled with any invitation I lay before you. By 6:30 in the evening you shield your eyes from the flooding headlights invading
