Saturday, February 16, 2013

Thinking Out Loud in My Boudoir: Sweet Tooth

It’s not how much money you spend for the surprise, rather, how much of yourself you put in it.



“Which is sweeter—love or sugar?”

I chuckled upon hearing that kindergartish question. The words are fundamental and the tone innocent that it appeared witty for me.

The statement hovered in my head. I wasn’t sure why the guy asked it. What I’m sure of is it made me think like a six-year-old who just saw her crush playing with another girl along the corridor.

I thought to myself, “Love’s sweetness goes beyond the taste buds. It flows down the heart and stimulates the senses.”

The munchkin in me retorted, “Sugar is forever sweet while love sometimes gives bitterness. Touché!”

Love or sugar. Flower or chocolates. Home-cooked dinner or fancy 12-course dinner date. Massage by your bare hands or Swedish massage in a hotel.

Whatever your dominant love language is—words of affirmation, service, gifts, quality time, or physical touch—the important thing is you express your true feelings out of joy and with sincerity… fine, with real love.

Don’t worry if you’re still a student, unemployed, or just not as wealthy as the other guy. Girls, ladies, women—whatever body type we have at the moment (because we, I for one, don’t grow old, only mature with age *winks)—what matters to us is the thought and the deliberateness of actions of our significant others’ expression of love.
 
It’s not how much money you spend for the surprise, rather, how much of yourself you put in it.

Love or sugar?

Uhm, like a dark chocolate or a kiwi-strawberry smoothie, love’s bumps and dents and even heartbreaks, or the other sources of bitterness or sweet-lemonading, are what make love’s taste just right…

It's the numerous feelings, tastes, and colors that love brings and teaches that make the next moment or next romance or next relationship better tasting and vibrant. It's the quintessence your expression of love and the authenticity of your feelings still weigh more to a she-heart.

I’ll go for love. It may not be forever sweet, but it sure does not cloy your appetite and melt your icing to waste or harden your boring caramel to death.

Five sure things:

            1. Telling us the basic “thank you” “sorry” “I love you” “you are special” is a very good way to hearts. (Words)
      
           2. Surprising us with your simple personally cooked food, whatever its taste, makes you better looking. (Service)
            
            3. Grabbing anything for us on your way home, like as grand as a sachet of coffee or as fancy a hand sanitizer, is like watering our blooming hearts. (Gift)
            
           4. Sitting beside us as we watch TV, waiting for us in the salon, or accompanying in the department store—whether you’re just acting you’re awake or enjoying or cool with it or not—makes you a bodyguard, correction, a security blanket which makes us feel safe. (Time)
           
           5. Simple gestures as wrapping your arms around us while watching TV, holding our hands while crossing the street, stroking our hair to sleep just make you seem like a gentle wingless angle. (Touch)

So simple to express love, right?

Us women are particular and feely like that in varying degrees. Some of us just don’t admit it, but there is that someone inside us who still wants to feel special no matter how nagger, hysterical, dominant, snooty, nonchalant, cool, we may seem.

Besides, when you're in love you don't run out of ways to express your feelingssimple or grandand you always feel excited, tireless, and unremitting expressing what you feel just for the other feel loved and special.

Being in love is feeling limitless.

Know the love language, you will get the right measurement of love’s sweetness in different situations and days and moods and…

We seem complicated because men give us that label, but we’re not.

We are simple. We just want “you” in it.





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Thinking Out Loud in my Boudoir is a column for some of my random thoughts that, perhaps, other ladies my age are also experiencing or thinking of—whether from same vantage point or another. Or maybe, just maybe, it’s just my own voice reverberating in my own world. I will do my best to discriminate my reason in this column, and just write spontaneously the first things and thoughts that a normal lady could think of. Just writing as I think...



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