P.S.: Pamper-Her-Friday
Dear _______,
Though the essence of Pamper-Her-Friday is to enhance the woman’s life in various ways creative, innovative, and meaningful, whether by touch or sentiment, pampering may also manifest itself in giving you something just as thoughtful: Your space.
Are there not times when a woman wishes to simply be left alone . . . with her thoughts, her memories, her own self-indulgences?
As I understand human nature, occasionally a woman prefers to be left to her own devices in the happenings of her days and nights, the opportunity to get in her own way–others uninvited.
Yesterday I granted you alone time, off-the-phone time, in-your-zone time, despite my Pamper-Her-Friday proclivities. I dampened my want-to-see-you inclinations yesterday.
Sure, I wanted to scoop you up in my motor chariot, the door open curbside only a few paces from your doorstep, and deliver a clutch of seasonal, handpicked flowers symbolic of the content of my heartbeats synched to your exact bio-rhythms.
Of course I would’ve loved to have taken you to the grand opening of the couples-only, fresh Moroccan-Brazilian fusion eatery and jazz lounge off the coast yesterday.
No question I wanted to coil my arm around your wanting shoulders at our direct-line-view-of-the-stage, candlelit table while Carlos Santana string-serenaded the privileged guests–the beautiful women onlookers namely.
And, by all means, I would have eagerly yet so smoothly escorted you to the dance floor, your temple rested against my chin, eyes helpless to closure, your body sweetly surrendered to my embrace, as I whispered my twilight, on-the-cusp-of-summer intentions for you and me in the coming days . . . as the music played.
Absolutely, I harbored those very thoughts of you yesterday, in honor of Pamper-Her-Friday. However, I reconsidered my assumptions of what would’ve been the right course of action: Was it what you would have truly wanted or was it what I wanted yesterday?
So I gave you your space. I let Pamper-Her-Friday have its way with you . . . without my interference, without my own selfish designs for you and me on that moonlit evening.
Yeah, I decided to not bother you on Pamper-Her-Friday, woman.
But Saturday’s a wholly different proposition.
I’ll be there in an hour, Love.
Tenderly,
Rg2
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Pamper the woman . . . with a little romance. –Rg2
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Pamper-Her-Friday by Rg2® 