Romantic Conversations - Part Two

I've gotten really used to having Handsome around. I don't even clean up my apartment before he comes over anymore.

This has me worried.

I'm afraid, I suppose, that I will eventually get too comfortable. That I will let myself go and become unattractive. This is the only explanation I can come up with to justify what came out of my mouth last night as we were settling into bed.

"I'm so lucky to have you," I cooed, touching his face.

"I'm lucky too," he murmured.

"Yeah, but I walk around in my slippers and cooking apron," I countered, "and I even talk to you while I pluck my nipple hairs."

There was a slight pause while he considered this.

"Yeah, well, I'll let you watch me shave my balls sometime."

Romantic Conversations - Part One

One day last fall, Handsome and I had gone to the suburbs to help his father dismantle some light fixtures before he and his mother moved to their house in the country.

As usual - at his father's bidding - we ate and drank too much at lunchtime. Unable to move, we declared we were taking a nap before finishing up the chores.

Comfortably spooning under the covers in his parents' bed, his arms around me, Handsome murmured into my ear,

"You know, I feel so good with you. I like you."

"You like me?" I retorted, "Is that all? You like your friends. You like steak. You like your mailman!"

"Oh, come on," he said, nudging me with his knee,"You know I love you. Now stop bugging me."