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Post by Jacksblackpearl on Dec 3, 2006 17:13:31 GMT
"¿mi dios, por qué están todos los hombres iguales?" my god, why are all men the same? "You're supposed to taste it when it's on a plate' I grin 'which you can help me with now.' I hand him two plates 'you can do the decoration, and no tegenstribbelen'.
yes the diner is done, that quick
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Post by Jacky on Dec 3, 2006 17:21:45 GMT
I smirk and put the lids of the pots away, and I scoop the food onto the plates. Not really nicely decorated.. but it smells nice enough om dat te compenseren  |
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Post by Jacksblackpearl on Dec 3, 2006 17:28:28 GMT
I laugh 'a realy man' I compliment him and I take the two plates 'sit down' I say, oh yeah I'm the spanish type that orders people aroundwhen it comes to diner  |
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Post by Jacky on Dec 3, 2006 17:30:50 GMT
And I wouldn't complain 'bout it either. I sit down on the opposite side of the table from her and pick up knife and fork. My stomach's grumbling, so I taste it right away. "Tis good!" I say fullmouthedly, not big with manners.
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Post by Jacksblackpearl on Dec 3, 2006 17:51:10 GMT
"gracias" I smile broadly and start eating aswell 'oh.. want some more wine?" I ask, already pooring some into his glass |
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Post by Jacky on Dec 3, 2006 17:54:42 GMT
"If you please." I smirk and look at her as she pours the wine, munching away on the food. Tis really good.
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Post by Jacksblackpearl on Dec 3, 2006 20:15:05 GMT
"I please" I giggle and continue eating my food. We're actually silent while eating. That says enough about everything I think |
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Post by Jacky on Dec 3, 2006 20:17:05 GMT
I brush my foot against hers under the table. Whahah, classic, innit?
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Post by Jacksblackpearl on Dec 3, 2006 20:27:32 GMT
classis aye but enough to make me gulp.
I'm not sure why. Why would my heart skip a beat just because of that ? We're just two people eating in silence.. sure he's a person I could be attracted to but right now? Is it possible? I'm not used to being a widow and I certainly don't know the precedures in grieving and all.. I guess I just have to follow my heart and my feelings?
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Post by Jacky on Dec 3, 2006 20:59:51 GMT
From the corner of my eye I observe her reaction. The longer I spend in the house, the fairer my chances seem in achieving that prospect of a warm bed tonight. I finish the dinner, keeping my foot right next to hers so whenever she moves our legs and ./ or feet brush together.
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