Rambling all over you.

I wonder what your husband says when you trot in from work? I wonder if he tells you you're beautiful? I so want someone to be telling you what you're worth in my estimation, so you know you've got someone's esteem well and truly pinned without trying, particularly. Who is it that you come out and chat for? Is it JM, or is it AG? I can't decide.

Another day of counting wrong and wondering if I really know what I want. But at least I've got options, lots of them.

Oh darling, the reason I like you is that you're safe. You don't smoke or drink much, I don't think, and you don't get angry, not really. You're so private and closed off, and I just want to open you up and see you really, properly. I'm stockpiling the compliments that other people give you. "She had a nice air about her, decent". Did you know someone said that today? She's right. You have got that reassuring calm quality. I'm always fractious. You're not the sort of person that would want to have threesomes, or elaborate sex with whips and chains (or maybe you are, and that's your secret?). I'd think you'd be the kind that would curl up in bed, and slowly undress between covers, very sweet and gentle, and firm. Shy. I can tell you're shy by the way you fidget with pens and cross one long leg over the other, and the way you hunch your shoulders round your heart. Is that to stop anyone else seeing what's inside? I'd like to see. You weren't angry when I wasn't where I was supposed to be. Your name backwards sounds latinate scandinavian, like some kind of fresh spring blooming flower. That's not you at all, you're a tree. Perennial, something hardy and interesting to look at. An elm, or oak. You're nothing so stampable as a flower. There's something very jointed and delicate about you, though, despite the way you career about dropping your lunch. DD nitpicked in your office- she was shocked you'd left your pay packet on the desk. I thought that was good. You trust us not to look, see. That's what I wanted to say, but there's a certain way of saying.

I like you, anyway. Hecate.