I feel odd writing you on this subject but I noticed that you were taking a journey to meaningful love, so here goes…
My fiancee (let’s call him Rhett) and I need to buy a new bed as the old one is as lumpy as yesterday’s mashed potatoes. Not sleeping well causes us to growl at each other from shower to cereal to parting kiss. Add to the mix the fact that we go to sleep at different times. Rhett is usually asleep as soon as his head hits the pillow while I read and re-read the fascinating tales in The Chakra Diaries. Many times I get hot under the covers in more ways than one and squirm around a bit (well, sometimes a lot), which wakes up Rhett, who then wants to watch SportsCenter to see if Atlanta will rise from the ashes. Becca, I want to be the only one scoring in my bedroom and so far I am batting zero, I have got to cure these “bad bed” hangovers.
I know the current rage is to buy a bed the size of Texas yet I am a romantic who feasts on Austen as well as Sparks and Crusie and I want my love to flourish in a small bed, hell, even because of a small bed. I want Rhett to carry me up those long, winding stairs (okay so we live in a brownstone and not on the set of Tara but a girl can dream can’t she?), and to give a damn about painting my cheeks with a blush of come hither and night-blooming satisfaction.
I read a quote “When love is strong, a man and woman can make their bed on the edge of a sword.”
Please help me Becca. I want to live on the edge of that sword, to know that love can cut very deeply but that it also can salve ills you didn’t even know you had. I know Rhett (secretly) reads your blog everyday on his Droid (he loved your book after I twisted his arm to give it a try), so sign me Frustrated but Hopeful in Soho.
Watch for my suggestions tomorrow along with advice from my other readers….