Pamper-Her-Friday by Rg2™ 106: The Romantic Bat Cave
Italy, Europe–7:01 p.m., Pamper-Her-Friday:
Remember when you asked me awhile ago if I had an alter ego, what would
it be called, and I answered, the ‘Dark Knight’?
You giggled as if I had been harboring some comic strip idol worship.
And then, I broke it down to you–my literal meaning: I’m tall, 6′ 2”; dark, as
if I’d been bathed in an amalgamation of liquefied cocoa beans, mocha leaves,
with a spoonful of honey; and a square-shouldered and -jawed, pierce-eyed
Knight ready to do battle with any other mortal for your romance.
Your laughter evaded you when you looked into my eyes and felt my sincerity.
I joked, well, half-joked, that I would take you on a spontaneous rendezvous
to the bat cave at some unannounced moment when you’d least expect.
Your giggle turned to intrigue if not disbelief.
You know, some Knights ride on warhorses and others fly by cape.
Others of us travel by more conventional means–by motorcar or by foot.
The mode matters little so long as we get to you.
The Dark Knight finds his way to the owner of his heart under any and all circumstance.
Which is why I’m finding my way to you tonight, woman.
We’re going to a centuries-old bat cave overlooking the Adriatic this evening
for dinner, dancing, some candlelight-in-your-eyes, blue-moon-on-the-horizon
My only request of you: A black dress. And your loveliness.
Because tonight the Dark Knight (aka the Romance Crusader) cometh.
On this much-more-than-fictional Pamper-Her-Friday.
Pamper the woman and forever live in her soul. -Rg2
Coming soon: “A Summer’s Romance” Collection by Rg2
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