Love Objects: Activity

Basically, this is to get to know the bloggers. Nicha and Tash, I want you to pick three things that define love - anything: person, object, place - but just pick three, and then justify your choices.

Very curious to know, my loves.

I associate love with music and food. Literature too, definitely, but I can't think of anything that really stands out to me at the moment.

1.

Macaroons:

Macaroons are traditional French cookies, made of egg whites, almond powder, and sugar. Needless to say, they are amazing! I love all types (except for coffee- flavored ones, they're too bitter). If made well, they literally melt in your mouth. It's an ecstatic feeling, like being in love and like sex. Their small, delicate, soft structures have an effect on me. Even when I'm feeling down, they make me a litte happier. Buy me some.

Pleasure to my taste buds is essential. I don't live to eat, but I can't imagine life without food.

Food, like sex, is sensually satisfying, passionate, and intense. It stimulates a different pleasure center. I love the pretty, small packaging of macaroons you get from the bakery store!

2. Norah:

I've always loved Norah Jones' soothing voice and gentle melodies. I listen to her all the time. When I get home after a long day, it's the first thing that plays. 'Come Away with Me' is absolutely beautiful. For me, it's an escape. It makes me feel so many things, I love her. My mother did too: she was the only musician we both liked.

3. Louis:

Louis Armstrong's bluesy, jazzy voice makes me melt. The tuba. The Soul. 'La Vie en Rose' is so beautiful, it makes me think of the 50's in France, of young love, and of the rain. What I love about Louis is that he's such a lively character; none of his songs make me feel sad. But, the opposite: extremely happy and jumpy.

These three things sum it up. Orgasm, escape, and happiness.

Red Rose: A Cliché? Well I Loved It!

You know those kind of women who are too prideful to accept cheesy things?

Women like me, who hate to fall under the catagory of being easy to please.

I cringe when love poems/letters, roses, and chocolates are given to me, but when I hear about them in other situations, I get all light-hearted. I'm a hypocrite. I admit, I do love those kinds of things even though I'm not a hopeless romantic.

I've received a red rose from my lover.

It wasn't a special occasion: just random. I couldn’t help smiling as he approached me with it. As he slowly moved his arm forward to give it to me, I felt my blood rush, felt an absolutely retarded smile form. However, the words that came out of my mouth were exactly, ‘What the fuck, you freak!”.

I swear I don't know what he must've thought (I think he was actually satisfied).

Being the man-basher that I am, I think I'll always be guarded by my pride.

Will I always be reluctant to show my appreciation? I hope not. I think what I meant to say was, I'm such a lucky bitch to have someone like you, I bloody love you.