[SenorJalapeno]

I am not intuitive. I wish I was. I cannot hear the unspoken word or sense the subliminal gesture. I envy those who are. I think intuition is one of God's greatest gifts to women, but unfortunately women use that read between the lines when there are none and get themselves into trouble. Here is a song from the Father of the Bride OST. Its by Etta James and one of my favorites, dedicated to all who are in love or have been once upon a time…

At last
my love has come along
my lonely days over
and life is like a song

Ooh At last
the skies above are blue
well my heart was wrapped up in clover
the night I looked at you

I found a dream
that I could speak to
a dream that I could call my own
I found a thrill
to press my cheek to
a thrill that I have never known

well

You smile
you smile
oh and then the spell was cast
and here we are in heaven
for you are mine at last

I found a dream
that I could speak to
a dream that I
could call my own
I found a thrill
to press my cheek to
a thrill that I have never known

well

You smile
you smile
oh and then the spell was cast
and here we are in heaven
for you are mine at last

ooo yea
you are mine
you are mine
at last
at last
at last
at last

[SenorJalapeno]

From somewhere in the South of India ji. But, my feet and my heart have been far from home for a long time and I am slowly finding my way home.

[SenorJalapeno]

'…where did you learn to talk in this style? I too want to learn it!'

Kavita ji, when one grows up in a neighborhood with more retirees in it than the average queue in front of the post office window that deals with pensions, they suffer the ignominy of reading letters written by grandchildren in 'Amerika and Greatu Brittanu' and worse, writing their replies as well. I was the official scribe to several old folk around my home, courtesy of my mother who was overcome by the urge to help others to my inevitable agony.

'Hm snogster is what what what…? Not sure I got that meaning …?'

A snog is a kiss. Actually its more than a kiss, it is an epic proclaimed by a pair of anxious lips on another pair of eager lips. Whereas a kiss is usually the Hors D'oeuvres, a snog is a heart-felt requisition for Hors D'oeuvres, Entree, Dessert, Movie and ensuing erm drama in a passionate burst of unrelenting desire.

'Nice meeting you ji'

Likewise Kavita ji. The pleasure is all mine.

[SenorJalapeno]

I would love to be there when Nessa realizes I am not the person she thinks I am. Lol. Nessa ji, I give you the 'go ahead,' so please do tell who you think I am to Alie. I was trying to get at the starlight kisser but obviously the plot thickened in a different place. Here is another song. I dedicate it to no one in particular:

Como e' bella ce' la luna brille e' strette
strette como e' tutta bella a passeggiare
Sotto il cielo di Roma

Down each avenue or via, street or strata
You can see 'em disappearing two by two
On an evening in Roma
Do they take 'em for espresso
Yeah, I guess so
On each lover's arm a girl I wish I knew
On an evning in Roma

Though there's grining and mandolining in sunny Italy
The beginning has just begun when the sun goes down
So please meet me in the plaza near your casa
I am only one and one is much too few
On an evening in Roma

Don't know what the country's coming to
But in Rome do as the Romans do
Will you on an evening in Roma

Como e' bella ce' la luna brille e' strette
strette como e' tutta bella a passeggiare
Sotto il cielo di Roma
Don't know what the country's coming to
But in Rome do as the Romans do
Will you on an evening in Roma
Sott'er celo de Roma
On an evening in Roma

[SenorJalapeno]

Kavitaji, all those questions…I feel like my brains are bundled up in a washing machine in a brisk cycle! You are like the Spanish Inquisition only with a more beautiful name. I am very old, or as I've previously said, a fossil. I can provide notarized copies of radiocarbon dating records if you further seek to verify my age.

A snogster is a rather fortunate fellow with all the rewards of a relationship with a beautiful someone but apparently none of the responsibilities. I was invited to a park somewhere so someone could decipher the intricate detail of my lower lip under the stars. If you go back a few posts, you will have a definite clue as to the identity of the 'Someone.'

As for the other posts dwelling on various other issues, I plead temporary state of exhilaration. All the promises that were made re-distributed my blood-supply bringing about a state of such sudden euphoria that all semblance of sanity vanished and caused me to rant and rave.

Finally, Yes! what you see indeed has happened. I wish I could say I was being 'seduced' but I'm afraid that may lead to grave repercussions and eventual loss of life and limb though not necessarily in that order.

Any more questions?

[SenorJalapeno]

I may as well complicate things further, so, here goes:

The very thought of you and I forget to do
The little ordinary things that everyone ought to do
Im living in a kind of daydream
Im happy as a king
And foolish though it may seem
To me thats everything

The mere idea of you, the longing here for you
Youll never know how slow the moments go till Im near to you
I see your face in every flower
Your eyes in stars above
Its just the thought of you
The very thought of you, my love

The mere idea of you, the longing here for you
Youll never know how slow the moments go till Im near to you
I see your face in every flower
Your eyes in stars above
Its just the thought of you
The very thought of you, my love

PS: I thought I might leave a hint as to whom this is for Lol. No prizes for guessing.

[SenorJalapeno]

Yes! God give me patience and give it to me now. If possible give me also other things under thine stars Lol. As for snogging others…why would I want to?

[SenorJalapeno]

'p.s. ur potential for a 'frontal attack' is quite slim.'

Just as well, I'm duty bound to inform you that I had previously lowered my helmet to fortify my armor over future essentials in the southern hemisphere just in case. But, glad to know that an attack is not imminent and may never be. Whew!

[SenorJalapeno]

My Rani is gone! But as I was once told: 'To Love someone is to wish them the highest good even when you know you are not the highest good for them.' I wish Rani happiness and temporary sorrow for myself Lol. Quick someone (Not Boo or Nessa Lol) snog me silly please?

[SenorJalapeno]

So, now I am a snogster? After having to deal with lectures on coffee, canine hygiene, John Legend protocol not to mention potential frontal attacks from Nessa, I am now a snogster? Woe is me!

[SenorJalapeno]

Boo:

'Random thought – I like the way Senor writes. Although it seems a little formal, I guess.'

I guess so too. Its perhaps the result of a starched milieu at work. Will try to soften it up a bit.

[SenorJalapeno]

Mad? The most sane of people have moments of alarming insanity and the most insane of people have moments of extraordinary clarity. I am neither. I just seek to rendezvous with a stolen moment beneath the stars.

[SenorJalapeno]

Hi Nessa, I think someone is at your door. Perhaps you should go check. (I cannot fight for one's attention and fend off another's attack).

[SenorJalapeno]

Im old enough to blow a hole in my roof and stand underneath it with you. Definitely not 16. I am the president of the local chapter of Geriatrics Anonymous. Does that answer your question. Oh, all the teeth in my mouth are mine.

[SenorJalapeno]

Spoilsport Lol.

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Lol Alie. The dog has a multiple personality disorder. I call him a variety of names. Sometimes I can see how confused he is. I call him by the names of all my math and language teachers in school. Yeah, yeah its an insult to the poor dog. Lol. I sometimes wonder if the devil concocted algebra as a means to frustrate humanity.

[SenorJalapeno]

I know why you like the idea of parks. That John Legend dude put that idea in your head. I could blow a hole in my roof if you really want to stand under the stars that bad, but on one condition. You gotta explain to Mrs. C and her collection of felines why they have a gaping hole in their floor Lol.

[SenorJalapeno]

Yeah. Gotta feed myself, and a stupid mutt that somehow thinks he belongs to me and just would not leave my house and I do not have the heart to kick him out. Trouble is he reeks like old socks and eats like Shrek.

[SenorJalapeno]

The one 'Park' where I live is where all the self-made gypsies flock about to roll erm dried herbs in dead presidents. The cleaner parks around here are of the eternal kind where people are ushered horizontally in fancy cars and hard-wood with shiny brass handles, to sleep six feet under. I do not fancy a snog around there just in case some pseudo-frankenstein decides he's gotta have one on the kisser too.

[SenorJalapeno]

Saracasm is when I think of responsibilities such as taking out trash and giving the dog a bath. When it concerns snogs, I take things quite literally. Its convenient that way you see. Now for issues of greater gravity: How may I go about EARNING a snog? Is there a policy manual lying somewhere around here?

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