Evince Magazine

(August 2009)

She Said

When I woke up this morning I started thinking about you.

Before your ego jumps off the scale,

let me finish. I started thinking about how romantic you

use to be. I mean, you love me and I love you

and all that, but what exactly happens over time when the

romantic gestures that you made in the past

become old hat? Why can't you be romantic like you were

when we first started dating? The first time

you came to my house you brought me flowers and sent me

love notes almost daily. How long has it

been since you sent me a romantic card to tell me how

much you care? You called once or twice a day

when I lived in North Carolina. Have you forgotten an

$800 phone bill one month? You use to drive

down to Greenville on Wednesday’s at 5 pm to take me

to dinner. That was a 3 hour drive for a 2 hour

dinner and a 3 hour drive back home. What about that

internet arrangement you made with WBTM so

that my family and friends from all over the United

States could hear you propose to me on the radio?

That was beautiful and made me cry. Don't get me wrong,

I have not forgotten all the things you have

done for me over the years and the times you have

whisked me off to New York or the beach . I

appreciate those excursions and since you were going

anyway I just tagged along. (Just kidding. You

begged me to go every time). Don't even get me started

on kissing. Now, Sophie my poodle, gets

more kisses than I do, but unlike her, I don’t leave

a puddle on the floor when you kiss me!




He Said


I’ll give you this, when you get wound up on a subject

you go for the jugular. Let's look at this

so called problem that you have with our romance, or

lack of. When I came to Greenville, N.C.,

you were sitting on the couch, dressed to the nines,

not a hair out of place, smelling like a rose, and

a candlelight dinner was prepared with fresh flowers

on the table. The night was not only romantic,

but everlasting. You even gave me a handkerchief soaked

in the perfume you were wearing that night

for me to take with me on the 3 hour drive back home.

What a pleasant reminder of the evening!

Today when I come to your house after work, I don't have

the long drive; I don't have to call long

distance to tell you I am coming over. Since I see you

everyday, I just feel you know I care about

you without bringing flowers or sending a card. Now compared

to the first days of dating and today,

what do I get? I come to your door, I let myself in, the

dog barks for my attention, so I give her a kiss.

I holler out for you and you yell back that you are in

the basement, your hair is a wreck, you are

sweating, and  you say don't touch me or you’ll get wet.

You have on old sweat pants and t-shirt. That’s

a far cry from being all dolled up and waiting for me at

the door with open arms. You suggest I go buy

a pizza for supper since you are so caught up in your work. 

Of course you can't go to a movie tonight

because you have papers to grade or you need to paint

the kitchen.

Where in that description did you find room for me to be romantic?

No, I think you need to start a new revolution with your

women friends. How about the “Preservation of Keeping Romance

in My Relationship” ? You could start with greeting me

at the door, tea in hand, dinner on the table, dressed to

the nines, smelling like perfume

instead of paint thinner, and a desire to lead me to

places I have never known before.

What a fantasy....I'll run on down to the pizza parlor now...

Honey Darling Dear.