At some point in those first weeks, Michael and I got into a poetry slam. He sent me a few verses from some obscure 17th-century scribe; I responded with lines from Donne and Dickinson. We upped the ante at a certain point and turned to French and Italian verse.* We were, I think, falling hard for each other’s cleverness, even if we both knew damn well we were double-checking on Google.
I am an avid reader of your Rotten Romance series. I enjoy your adventures in seeking a relationship that lasts and even with the disappointments you keep your sense of humor. I look forward to your next vignette.
Always a treat to read.
I am an avid reader of your Rotten Romance series. I enjoy your adventures in seeking a relationship that lasts and even with the disappointments you keep your sense of humor. I look forward to your next vignette.
When we next meet I shall buy you a Negroni!
still love all of this...
WONDERFUL! Can’t wait for the next installment—I’m on the edge of my seat!
Just keep it flowing, Ann...x
Never trust a man who shaves his chest (and his arms!).