Posts Tagged ‘falling in love’
by hannah
April 20th, 2010
From Sex, Life, & Hannah::Volume 1, Winter Season (CHAPTER 8: FALLING IN LOVE)
My boss rounds the corner into my office and proclaims he has the perfect man for me. I look up from my latest suburban layout sketch and smile pleasantly.
Taking this as an invitation, my boss launches into a long soliloquy about the single, attractive young doctor he once again had the pleasure of conversing with at a picnic organized by his church. I furrow my forehead.
He says he told the doctor about me: how I am recently single and looking for love. I raise an eyebrow.
Then he says he told the doctor he would try his darndest to persuade me to attend the next church function so that we can meet.
I politely decline.
“Oh, come on, Hannah. What if you fall in love with the young man?”
I tell him I’ll think about it.
This seems to satisfy him and he leaves.
Distracted, I twirl around in my office chair and prop my feet up on the credenza so I can look out the window. The last thing I need is to get set up by my boss. And what does he know about falling in love anyway—a man who has been married four times and decided to become a born-again Christian just to hook up with the hot blonde he met in a grocery store?
I fold my arms behind my head and tilt my chair back.
I have fallen in love twice in my life.
During my first semester at USC, I walked down into the lone, underground campus bar with the intention of doing homework. That’s until Warner, the bartender, introduced himself to me. I ended up with sweaty palms, watering eyes, a babbling tongue, and my heart threatening to pop out of my chest. It was love at first sight…
by hannah
March 17th, 2010
I have no idea what got me thinking about love spells this morning. Maybe because it’s St. Patrick’s Day? Ha (but yes, there is a love spell for today’s holiday). I don’t know, but suddenly I had this memory of Christmas 2004 when my sister gave me a love voodoo kit no bigger than the palm of my hand (compact is good if yer gonna voodoo, right?).
At first I was going to put it in my shoe box of stuff-I-don’t-know-what-to-do-with-but-don’t-want-to-throw-away. And then I decided to bring Voodoo Lou to Fun With Boobs. Fun With Boobs was the next generation of Tuesday Night in With Porn and Meat, and in case you haven’t figured it out by now that’s code for: girls night. But I digress…and should probably write more about these enlightening evenings another time…
So I brought the love kit for my girls to check out and after little deliberation and a lot of libations we decided we were going to do the spell on the voodoo doll.
I swear there are pictures and, or, video of all of this somewhere, but I can’t seem to find any of the above this morning, except for Voodoo Lou himself, and the box, and spell book, as well as some handwritten notes of what to do (in case I didn’t want to read the spell book?), some kind of cocktail recipe (of course!), and a lucky penny. Yup. Have I mentioned girls nights were always very enlightening?
So we did the spell. All four of us carefully placing one pin into the one thing we each wanted in a man: yummy kisser, sense of humor, flowers, and chemistry. And then chanting out loud: Bring him to me! Bring him to me! And whatever else was scribbled down on my notes.
And then…we went out on the town, and I shoved Voodoo Lou into my purse. When I came home, and as per instructions, I placed him under my pillow, because I thought, what could it hurt? When I woke up I had my favorite dessert–seriously, that’s what it said to do in the notes! Of course that could have also just been my sister having a little fun with me…
Three months later I met my future husband. Seriously.
p.s. Voodoo Lou is available for purchase on Amazon.
by hannah
August 28th, 2007
Sex, Life, & Hannah::Volume 1, Winter Season (Chapter Eight)
CHAPTER 8: FALLING IN LOVE.
My boss rounds the corner into my office and proclaims he has the perfect man for me. I look up from my latest suburban layout sketch and smile pleasantly.
Taking this as an invitation, my boss launches into a long soliloquy about the single, attractive young doctor he once again had the pleasure of conversing with at a picnic organized by his church. I furrow my forehead.
He says he told the doctor about me: how I am recently single and looking for love. I raise an eyebrow.
