Anne is in love.  Again.

She loves how being in love amplifies everything.  She sleeps better, everything tastes better and the days are all beautiful.  Life seen and experienced through the lens of infatuation is simply beautiful.

Her most recent crush will join her for lunch at her home today.  She is busy preparing the meal, currently assembling a salad.  She made tomato soup using fresh tomatoes she grew herself.  The pork roast in the oven from one of her own pigs, all the vegetables from her garden.  The only things she bought at the store the rice and spices.

When she pulls the lettuce apart she is reminded of Peter, one of her previous loves.  Peter was sweet and kind, punctual and considerate.  His predictably eventuality got to her, irritated her at first, then later it became unbearable.  He just had to go.

Cutting the sweet peppers made her think about Ryne.  Handsome, athletic, great in the sack!  His complexion becoming the nail in the coffin.  Ryne was white.  As white as you can be without suffering from albinism.  This she had no issue with.  She hated that his head, neck, arms and legs were red all the time, like a bad sunburn.  He looked ridiculous naked, and when dressed resembled a fucking British tourist overdoing the sun.  He too had to go.

When she picked up the cucumber she smiles.  William!  He had the thickest, longest penis she ever saw.  She always wondered what sex with a large dick would be like.  She imagined it to be better, more satisfying and exciting.  It was not.  Sucking him was difficult, made her jaw pop.  William had to be careful not to hurt her, making sex way too much trouble.  William came and went.

There were many others.  Men she fell in love with, often because of something simple, like the way they walk or smile or laugh.   Men she ultimately fell out of love with, sometimes because of the way they walk or smile of laugh.  

With the salad done, she turns to the sink to wash her hands and utensils, looking out the window at her substantial garden.  How she loves her garden!  She spends a good amount of time working it, weeding, pruning, watering and talking to the plants.

The newest plot only a week old.  The zucchini she planted taking root beautifully.  Andrew!  He did not last their first weekend together.  He snored and farted continuously while sleeping.  Even though he made her laugh often, and gave the best foot massages, her love could not stand this nightly sensory onslaught.  He cost her plenty.  She drove an ice pick into his left eye on their last night together, and he managed to yank it out and bled all over her and her bed before collapsing. She had to redo her bedroom and replace most of the furniture.

At least he is nourishing her garden, like all the others.

The sound of a car brings her back to the present.  Herman arrived.  She stretches her back with her hands behind her head, removes her apron, and grabs a dash of moisturizer before heading to the door to welcome him.

She really hopes Herman is the one.  

If not, it’s almost time to plant the radishes.