At this very moment I'm sitting in the girl's apartment waiting for her to come home.
There are candles leading from the front steps to the kitchen table, where there's a bottle of champagne and flowers. Then they lead to the bedroom where I am.
It's our dating anniversary you see, and she's not expecting anything at all.
So whaddaya think folks, do I get a passing grade?
Should go light candles soon... gotta run!
mood: gleefully expectant
music: me bouncing
No, "whatchu talkin bout foo?" would be Mr. T. Or possibly Gary Coleman. Barry White would be more like, "Can't get enuff a yo' luv baaaaaybay!...Foo."
I was just musing that some of us have no significant others to surprise and treat in such a pleasant, thoughtful fashion. Pity party, in other words. As for your own personal party, I hope all went well.