Random Acts of Awesome

I don't want you to be a mystery. I want you to be an open book. I want to rifle through your pages, licking my thumb to provide traction on the sticky ones. I want to write in your margins. Sometimes in pencil. Sometimes in ink. I want to highlight passages I love. Ones that made me cry, made me laugh, made me think. I want to dog ear your pages. I want to open you up and smile at your scent, with its gift of memories and time. I want to be careful not to break your spine. But I'm probably going to do it anyways, given enough time. I want to duct tape your cover when it starts to fall apart on me. I want to read you again and again, until I can recite passages of you word for word. I want to forget your ending. I want to take you to my favorite coffee shop, sit in a sunny corner with you, put you on my lap, and stare at you. I want to discover new things every time I read you. I want to fall into you when I'm sad, dive into you when I'm happ

I went on a date on Friday night that got me thinking about the (seeming) correlation between height and morality. It's a fascinating thought process to me, trying to dig into the physical aspects of what makes people act the way they do. And a pretty consistent variable I've noticed is that the taller a guy is, the more... morally flexible he is. It sounds horrible. I'm not saying that tall guys are sociopaths, or that all tall guys are morally bankrupt, or even morally compromised. But certain factors just keep popping up for me, and I'm trying to figure them out. So, this guy the other night was 6'5. A tall, slender, very handsome Caucasian male, successful business man, well traveled, cultured, and relatively wealthy. We met when I put an extremely quirky ad on CL, on a complete whim, composed entirely of Tom Waits lyrics. He responded with a lyric riddled email, and we were off. In his initial emails, he was very open about the fact that he was recently s