Posts Tagged ‘falling in love’
by hannah
June 3rd, 2010
From Sex, Life, & Hannah::Volume 1, Spring Season (CHAPTER 10: LOVE IN AN ELEVATOR)
I always believed in “The One”: your one true love, your soul mate, your other half who completed you. I believed we were like penguins, who mated for life and died suddenly when the other didn’t return from a hunting mission. I didn’t believe that being with The One was always perfect: birds chirping, flowers blooming, and rays of sunshine; but I believed it lasted forever.
Walking out of that elevator at nearly two in the morning, I felt this great belief of mine shattering. Maybe there wasn’t such a thing as The One…or maybe I hadn’t met him yet.
To Be Continued…
by hannah
April 26th, 2010
From Sex, Life, & Hannah::Volume 1, Winter Season (CHAPTER 8: FALLING IN LOVE)
Love happens when you least expect it to, oftentimes with someone you least expect it to happen with, and more often than not at an inopportune moment.
You’re trying to get over your ex, tackling being single, realizing that shagging your young inexperienced neighbor is not enough, or you’re just about to leave on a philanthropic mission to Africa for the next six months.
And you meet a guy, in a women’s bathroom, who’s a little odd, and a little too tall, and a little too skinny, and maybe a little too old for you. And even though you end up drunk and passed out in a bed with him half-naked, you think little of it, or him.
Until you talk to him intimately over the phone, and find you can share personal experiences with him over drinks.
And you drive up to his house, and he opens the door looking suddenly oh-so-sexy like never before in his black baseball hat, worn jeans, and white t-shirt, telling you to unwind while he cooks for you. And he takes your body in a knowing way you haven’t felt in a long time, and you lie back with this feeling you don’t want to admit to but can’t escape: the feeling of falling in love.
To Be Continued…
by hannah
April 22nd, 2010
From Sex, Life, & Hannah::Volume 1, Winter Season (CHAPTER 8: FALLING IN LOVE)
The sun has set outside, and the lights have dimmed inside. I’m walking around Mr. Smyth’s living room with a half-finished glass of red wine, checking out his impressive collection of books. Mr. Smyth is sitting on his black leather couch, which is centered on a huge panoramic window overlooking a canyon. We have just finished eating dinner.
I was impressed that when he invited me to dinner, it meant him cooking at his house “just up the road” from mine—which really meant Malibu. His fabulous, professionally landscaped, thoughtfully laid out house—decorated in mature textures, just like the warm creases around his eyes that crinkle whenever he smiles.
I pause beside one of the bookshelves and examine a close-up photo of a cute girl with wavy long blond hair, in a blue bikini top, smiling.
“Is this your ex?” I ask, a bit startled.
Mr. Smyth smiles, and nods to my inquiry.
My heart sinks. “Wow. You must really be in love with her.” I begin concocting the scenario in my head: He’s keeping a photo of his ex around because he’s still in love with her. They probably had the real thing, and now he’s heartbroken and remorseful for having broken off the engagement, and is waiting for the right moment to ask her to marry him again.
“Actually, I wasn’t,” Mr. Smyth replies, to my surprise. “I liked her a lot and we were great friends.”…
