E: I’m starting a new series of life lessons learned entitled “Life is about…”. Today’s life lesson: compromise.

G and I have had trouble with going on dates in the past. We only went on a few, and one again over Christmas Exodus. We talked about it and we have troubles picking out what to do or where to go. Both being nice people, we only want to do what the other does. That makes suggesting difficult. We have reached a compromise; we will write down date ideas on slips of paper and put them in a jar. On date night, we will take one out (alternating weeks, of course), and if possible, do what is written on the paper. :) This makes it easier to decide, and we have an equal chance of picking out an activity that we’d like to do. Life doesn’t have to be tough if you can meet in the middle. 

You just said you wanted to go sky diving, and spelunking, and rock wall climbing! Let’s do it!!! Love ya babe. :)

Another private post. Just you and I can see it. :) 

Well babe, we just found out that you most likely have highly functioning Aspergers. And I’m okay with that. I read so many stories of people online who say that living with their partner who has it is “hell” and to “get out now”. :( But their partners exhibit symptoms including violence and lack of emotional attachments. One guy, when his seven year old daughter showed him  picture she drew of herself, started lecturing her on all the bad points and how to properly draw a face. I don’t see you doing that. You have too much love in your heart. I’ve seen how you ooh and aah over Phoenix. :) If you’re that good with your nephew, you’ll be great with kids. :) And some of the women even complained about a lack of physical loving, which according to your libido, I don’t for see as a problem either! O.O I mean, damn! I never felt or feel unloved with you. Sometimes I feel like I don’t understand where you’re coming from because I have to explain jokes, or you miss a social cue, but now I understand why that happens. It makes  more sense now. :) Things just got a little easier. Even if you don’t end up having it, or you do, it doesn’t matter. I love your quirks, I love you faults. I’ll adjust how I think, and how things come out, or explain to you anything you need. :) I adore you, love you, and will remain in love with you as long as you will have me. 

American Cookery, May, 1919

“I sought to lure my lover’s heart By writing pretty verses;

I thought to use such wiles and art, As long ago were Circe’s.

My love, he nodded as I read The rhymes I called a sonnet.

‘It’s very nice, my dear,’ he said, When asked his judgement on it.

It stirred his ardor not at all; Alas! My toil was wasted.

I cast my Muses’ thrall, With joy to kitchen hasted.

I saw I had no time to spare In writing high-brow ballads; 

A cooking manual now my care, My compositions, salads. 

I baked a cake with spice and sweet, As light as angels’ kisses.

My love, he ate, and, at my feet, 

Asked me to be his Mrs.”