Percy Bysshe Shelley @ MindSay 
I am a romantic. I am very romantic. Not all the time, but most of the time. Well, that might be a little bit of a stretch, I am romantic some of the time. At the very least I know how to be romantic. Actually it does not come very naturally to me so I can not call my self a romantic, but I can be romantic, with a little bit of effort. It is such a pain in the ass to be romantic and I hate it so much that I say it takes a lot of effort. A tremendous amount of effort, it is the most exhausting undertaking known to man. That's why it is so unusual that I have been in a romantic mood the past week. It is such a waste because I am in a committed relationship and everybody knows that romance has no business being in one those things. Oh bother!
It's not just some random feelings or thoughts that came out of nowhere. I can easily pinpoint the trigger. It was a girl. A girl that I first stared interacting with two years ago. She is very pretty with dark eyes and long curly hair. She has sharp, delicate features that rarely betray what she is feeling or thinking. She seemed very serious. She also didn't know a word of English when I first met her. My first attempt at talking to her turned into a lot of head shaking, wild gesticulating and funny faces. I've seen her about once a month since our first encounter. I never tried talking to her again, but I always made a point to look her right in the eyes and smile. I would hold the gaze just a little bit longer than normal, right at that borderline between the hey I'm interested in you look and the hey I'm really creepy and I'm staring at you look. She always politely returned the smile, but still seemed very serious. I recently heard her talking to somebody in English. It was very poor English, almost incomprehensible, but it was still English. What really struck me was her voice. It was the most unpleasant, screeching, cracking sound that I've ever heard from a human throat. It sounded fake, like a parrot talking. Not one of those good talking parrots, more like a parakeet. A warbling, high pitched, stilted imitation of the English Language. A horrifying union of a small dog's incessant whine and the prepubescent voice of a young boy. I was stunned. Now I really liked her. Oh joy!
The next time I saw her, before I could think of or do something impressive, I stopped what I was doing looked down, then while my head was still tilted downwards, my eyes looked at hers, I did a little half arm wave as though my elbow were connected to my body and I said hi. She gave me the biggest, brightest most beautiful genuine smile and said hi. I quickly looked away and jerked my body in the direction opposite of where I was looking and lumbered away. I felt like a malfunctioning robot that suddenly couldn't control its parts anymore. None of that was the romance trigger. The trigger came the next month, which was our most recent interaction. I was sitting down looking at something in my hands. I glanced up at somebody who was walking towards me. A girl. A girl who was staring at me. Staring at me like we knew each other. Before I even realized who it was she smiled. A very expressive smile. A come and talk to me smile. I returned a closed mouth smile and nodded my head. She walked past me. My heart was beating fast, I felt nervous and jittery. A couple of years ago I would have stood up and talked to her, never giving her a chance to walk by me. Not this time. I sat there. Trigger. Thoughts of poetry, flowers, hand kissing, giggling, eye gazing, whispering, hand holding, love giddy. I don't want to talk to her. I don't want to see her ever again. I like the way things were. When I would stare at her and smile and she would get a little nervous. Now I have a very short time period to do something, anything that shows I'm interested, or before you know it, no more gazes, no more smiles, no more warbling. Like I don't even exist, not even a dirty look. I shouldn't do it. I know I will regret it. But I probably will do it. Oh shit!
1. How old will you be in five years?
Gulp....33.
2. Do you think you will be married by then?
Maybe.
3. How tall are you?
5'4''
4. What do you look forward to most in the next six weeks?
Holiday, time off from work, my mom freaking when she sees what I got her, lovin' time.
5. What's the last movie you saw in theater?
Deja Vu.
6. Who was the last person you called?
Mumsy.
7. Who was the last person to call you?
Gregory
9. Do you prefer to call or text?
Calling.
10. Do you have any pets?
Cat, I'm a kitty cat, and I meow meow meow, meow meow meow.
11. What were you doing at 12am last night?
Sleeping
12. Are your parents married/separated/divorced?
Divorced
13. When is the last time you saw your mom?
Thursday
14. What color are your eyes?
Blue/grey/green
15. What time did you wake up today?
5:42 in the am.
16. What are you wearing right now?
A bathrobe - I'm delaying getting dressed.
17. What's your favorite Christmas song?
"I'll be home for Christmas."
18. Where is your favorite place to be?
Sappily, with Gregory
19. Where is your least favorite place to be?
Stirrups, in the doctor's office.
20. Where would you go if you could go anywhere?
A Club Med in Mexico
21. Where do you think you'll be in 10 years?
I have a hard enough time thinking where I'll be in ten minutes.
22. Do you tan or burn?
Tan, I think. I don't seek out the sun that often.
23. What did you fear was going to get you at night as a child?
Abstract things.
24. What was the last thing that made you laugh?
Something Gregory said.
25. How many TVs do you have?
2
26. How big is your bed?
King, and it's still not big enough. :)
27. Do you have a laptop or desktop computer?
Desktop
28. Do you sleep with or without clothes on?
Sans clothing, unless I fall asleep clothed.
29. What color are your sheets?
Light blue.
30. How many pillows do you sleep with?
There are usually four on the bed.
31. What is your favorite season?
I'm gonna say spring this time.
32. What do you like about fall?
The crispness of the air.
33. What do you like about winter?
Our anniversary.
34. What do you like about the summer?
My birthday is in summer.
35. What do you like about spring?
Rebirth.
36. How many states have you lived in?
Um........(counts on fingers).....five, and three other countries.
37. How many cities/towns have you lived in?
Eight, I guess.
38. Do you prefer shoes, socks, or bare feet?
Bare feet.
39. Are you a social person?
Sometimes.
40. What was the last thing you ate?
I had hot cocoa before going to bed last night.
41. What is your favorite restaurant?
Chick-Fil-A
42. What is your favorite ice cream?
Coffee, but I don't like ice cream that often.
43. What is your favorite dessert?
Creme brulee
44. What is your favorite kind of soup?
Cheddar broccoli
45. What kind of jelly do you like on your PB & J sandwich?
Grape
47. Do you like coffee?
Nope, but I'm growing very fond of chai, thank you veddy much Drea.
48. How many glasses of water, a day, do you drink on average?
Whenever I'm thirsty, I'll usually drink water.
49. What do you drink in the morning?
A chai latte.
50. Would you rather sleep with someone else or alone?
With.
51. Do you sleep on a certain side of the bed?
The right hand side, but I migrate to the middle often.
52. Do you know how to play poker?
Nope
53. Do you like to cuddle?
Yep.
54. Have you ever been to Canada?
I wanted to for a long time, but was reminded that it is cold up there.
55. Do you have an addictive personality?
Yes
56. Do you eat out or at home more often?
Out. That really needs to change.
58. Do you know anyone with the same birthday as you?
Percy Bysshe Shelley
59. Do you want kids?
Oh my no.
60. Do you speak any other languages?
I can sign, a bit; and understand more German than I speak.
61. Have you ever gotten stitches?
Yep, loads of times.
62. Have you ever ridden in an ambulance?
Yeah, I was kinda accident prone as a child.
63. Do you prefer an ocean or a pool?
Ocean.
64. Do you prefer a window seat or an aisle seats?
Aisle.
65. Do you know how to drive stick?
I've done it once.
66. What is your favorite thing to spend money on?
Yarn, and clothes.
67. Do you wear any jewelry 24/7?
I have earrings that I don't take out.
68. What is your favorite TV show?
Firefly, the Simpsons, Scrubs, Criminal Minds
69. Can you roll your tongue?
Yes.
70. Who is the funniest person you know?
Gregory never fails to make me laugh. I am such a sap.
71. Do you sleep with stuffed animals?
Nope, I have real ones.
73. Do you still have clothes from when you were little?
My mom has some of them.
74. What color are your bedroom walls?
White.
75. Do you turn off the water while you brush your teeth?
Nope, I brush in the shower.
76. Do you sleep with your closet doors open or closed?
Well, there are no closets in the bedroom, so.......
77. Would you rather be attacked by a big bear or a swarm of bees?
Neither.
78. Do you flirt a lot?
Nope
79. What do you dip a chicken nugget in?
Sweet and sour sauce, or ranch with honey in it.
80. What is your favorite food?
I like food a lot, most foods.
81. Can you change the oil on a car?
Yeah, just like this: trot trot trot to mechanic's store. "Hi Art, I need my oil changed."
82. Have you ever gotten a speeding ticket?
*ahem* Yes, though not as many as I should.
83. Have you ever run out of gas?
Nope.
84. What is your usual bedtime?
Between 9:30 and 10. I'm old.
86. Do you read the newspaper?
I haven't touched one in ages.
87. Do you have any magazine subscriptions?
To Maxim and Cosmo. I like to confuse my mailman.
88. Best comedian?
Uhhhhhh..........Jack Black?
89. Do you watch soap operas?
Nope.
90. Do you dance in the car?
Oh my yes.
Now that I am later than I'd like to be, it's time to get dressed.
I met a traveler from an antique land
Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert . . . Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed.
And on the pedestal these words appear:
"My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!"
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.
(1818)