Recipe for Romance - Breakfast in Bed

Good morning! Welcome to the Weird, the Wild, & the Wicked. I write a bi-monthly spot (first and third Saturdays of the month) called Recipe for Romance to give you ideas of how to make your own love life a little more romantic. Just in time for Saturday night, yes?

One of the things that happens a lot in my house is I'm usually the first one up. Sleeping in and relaxing isn't something I get to do very often because I have little people who think they have to eat as soon as the sun crests the horizon. There are some mornings I'd like someone else to get up and feed the cat, the kids, and whoever else is hanging around. Better yet, it would be wonderful to have someone deliver breakfast in bed with all the trimmings, including a rose or tulip to brighten the meal. Think of just hanging out in bed with a hot cup of coffee, a good meal, and a comfy back support. Only thing needed is your lover. ;)

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RECIPE FOR ROMANCE
Comfortable bed
One (or more) loved-one
Morning (your own definition applies)
Tray
Beverages (coffee, tea, juice)
Favorite flower variety
Delicious meal (variations may apply)
Clothing (optional)

Assemble the ingredients and bring to your lover (or convince them to bring it to you). If you're serving, make a meal you know your loved one(s) will enjoy and provides relaxation. Find your lover's favorite treats and assemble them on a tray to deliver to them as they wake up. And if you're adventurous, offer to feed them with your own hands. It's reminiscent of being cared for in ways not the usual. Love and connection works in subtle as well as obvious ways and making someone a meal is an easy way to show it. As always, clothing is optional.

Alterations to Recipe:
For those who have small people who often demand food first, ask them to help you to prepare the tray and goodies for your lover(s). Little people love to do fun surprises for their parents (usually) and giving them a goal helps with the enjoyment. This not only strengthens your relationship with your lover(s), but also the connection you have with the little people in your family. Connection is important for every relationship and engenders more love.

Mix and serve immediately. Feeds the souls of two or more. :)

What are your favorite breakfast recipes for your lover? Aspiring cooks want to know! :)

**What's a Recipe for Romance? I've heard a lot of women (in particular) read romance to find a little excitement and romance in their lives when maybe their current relationships aren't nearly as romantic. Wouldn't you love to have someone set out some romantic moments for you to celebrate your love? Don't wait for someone else to do it. You can try it yourself, for yourself, or for your loved one, and you can use things you have around the house or are easy to get at the local stores. Remember, it doesn't have to be expensive or extravagant to be romantic.

Six Sentence Sunday - The Navy's Ghost "Choices"

 

Hello, Sixers! It's that exciting time of the week when I thrill you with a little snippet of The Navy's Ghost. In addition to me, there are several other authors who do the same thing each Sunday. Please check them out when you have a moment!

In this bit, Lt. Chris Brickman is thinking over her possible future and how she truly feels about her swim buddy Lt. JG Hunter and their teammate Lt. Waters. ;)

She’d had plenty of time to think, to wish, to dream about all sorts of things; and Lt. Jim “Retro” Waters and LTJG Todd “Magic” Hunter had been at the top of the list. Both men were closer to her than brothers; both men had been there when she was hit and held her hands before she blacked out. Both men made her heart ache when she saw them and her body ache when they walked around shirtless. She’d fantasized hundreds of times what it'd feel like to make love to either of them, but she’d never wanted to destroy the close friendship she shared with them by suggesting it.

There were enough warnings out in the world about having sex with best friends killing the friendship, but she knew a few women who’d fallen in love with their best friends and married them. All the ones Chris knew had strong, faithful marriages; couldn’t she have that too?

Talk about love being a battlefield! Which will she choose? Happy reading! :)

Falling in Love Like a Romance Writer

Recently, a book came out called Fall in Love Like a Romance Writer by Amelia Grey (http://www.amazon.com/Fall-Love-Like-Romance-Writer/dp/0757315542/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1296325489&sr=1-1) with stories from 67 romance writers on how they fell in love with their partners/husbands. This got me to thinking about my own story and the quirks that led to my own bliss.

 I was in Colorado working for Corporate America (and hating it) when I decided I needed to continue my education, no matter the cost, and get the hell out of my creepy job. Early in the year, I started the process of applying to graduate schools: University of Montana, University of New Mexico, Northern Arizona University and University of Arizona. I hoped one of them would pay me to come to their school.

I was accepted to two schools, one that paid me and one that didn't, and soon after, I had a dream about attending a school with brick hallways. I walked down the hallway and around the corner comes this guy, his arms full of those big honkin' text books and papers. He had dark, curly short hair, dark eyes, and stood a little taller than me. We collided at the corner and books and papers went flying. I apologized and helped him clean up, then woke up. In my heart, I knew this dream meant I was going to meet my future husband in graduate school.

I thought it would take at least a semester or two to meet this guy, and when I arrived at graduate school and met the men there, I was certain it might take even longer than that. EEEEEK! They weren't men; they were boys with adult bodies (some of them so potbellied, it appeared they spent most of their time in front of a TV watching either sports or porn).

When I look back on it now, however, it took less than two weeks. But I digress.

This one guy came sauntering down the wooden floored hallway toward me one day wearing a baseball cap, a red fleece vest, a white teeshirt, jeans, and sneakers. He was a little taller than me, had long dark wavy hair, dark brown eyes,and a neatly trimmed dark brown goatee. He wasn't carrying books. I took one look at him and said to myself, "I will never, ever, go out with that guy."

He was rude, had the social grace of a potato, and worse, he was from New Jersey. Gasp! I didn't see him much the first semester, but in the second semester, we shared a class together. A friend of mine remarked one day that he played on the weekends, but he seemed to be doing well in class, so being a direct person, I asked him about it . . . every Monday.

I'd ask, "What did you do this weekend?"
He said, "Watched a couple of movies, played racquetball, and went rollerblading."

I love movies and I watched them when I got a chance. How did he do it? Graduate school was tough for me and I couldn't imagine spending that much time watching movies and still get my studying done. I had to know how he did it. So I asked . . . every Monday. From his perspective, he thought I was just a gossiping busybody and therefore, it was none of my business how he did it. I just wanted to know his secret!

This went on for months and he never told me to F@$& off (I think he liked the attention of this "busybody" - read: pretty girl - asking him what he did each weekend). At the final exam, we sat down at our usual places and he got out his notebook to study one last time before the exam. I took one look at his notes and stopped. They were all neatly typed and drawn out.

"You type your notes?" I asked, dumbfounded.
"Yes."
"You type your notes."
"Yeah."
"You typed your notes."
"Yeah."
"When did you have time to type your notes?"
"I don't have to actually watch the movies, do I?"


His secret to his success at graduate school and movies was he listened to them while he worked. Sigh. That wouldn't work for me, but we'd become friends throughout the time I'd bugged him. We became even closer at the end of that summer when his cousin died and I listened to his grief. At the end of the next summer, he got up the courage to ask me out (and he still claims to this day that he doesn't know who it was that spoke with his voice). Our conversation went something like this:

"Siobhan, will you go out with me?"
"Yes."
"I don't mean to lunch or dinner. I mean go out out with me."
"I know."
"So you'll go out with me?"
"Yes."

Then on our first date (with other couples so he didn't feel so nervous), he avoided me and tried to get away from me. That confused the heck outta me and by the end of the night, I was left wondering if he'd been kidding. He'd invited me to dinner the next night (a few days earlier) and I was honor-bound to come, but I was determined to find out what the heck was going on. I cornered him at dinner and said, "Do you really want to do this or are you just playing?"

He said he really wanted to go out with me and bless his heart, he faced the firing squad of all my questions on whether or not he really wanted to go out with me, 'cause I wasn't playing. He stuck with me, though, and a little over a year later, we moved in together when I was pretty certain he was the man I wanted to marry. He'd helped me with the dog I'd inherited; he'd helped me with choosing a new thesis project when my original thesis fell apart; he was smart, handsome, generous, and sexy and I couldn't imagine letting him go.

The night I proposed to him, he accepted and then told me I'd beat him by two weeks. We married 18 months later. It wasn't until after I married him that I realized he was the dark haired, dark eyed guy I'd dreamt about before I got to grad school and it had only taken me two weeks to meet him. It just took years to realize he was the one I loved with all my heart.

We've now been friends for 11 years, lovers for 9, and married for 7. That's my story and I'm sticking to it. :)