Pillow Book

This weekend I saw the Peter Greenaway movie "The Pillow Book". The film is about a successful model who revives memories of her calligrapher father by having her lovers give her pleasure by writing on her body. An affair with an Englishman leads her to start writing herself, using others as her paper.

This weekend was my girl-friend's birthday and I wanted to surprise her with a trip to Mendocino. As a friend also invited me to a Halloween party this weekend, I had to decline the invitation. My friend answered "wow! Already spending bday together! congrats. You have such good karma or something you did in a past life (or this life!!) is bringing you great luck w/ girl-friends". I was so proud of my good Karma, that I forwarded the message to my girl-friend.

I missed one minor detail though - the email also contained my original message saying that I wasn't able to make it because I was going to Mendocino. So by forwarding the email, my girl-friend knew all along where we were going. Even some of her friends that I met before the trip were in on it.

We still had a fantastic weekend. But in order to not give away any suprises in the future, maybe writing on bodies instead of email isn't such a bad idea after all

In the mood for Love

This weekend I watched "In the Mood for Love", a romance melodrama which tells the story of a married man (played by Tony Leung) and a married woman (played by Maggie Cheung), living in rented rooms of neighboring apartments. They fall in love with each other while grappling with the infidelities of their respective spouses whom they discover are involved with each other. It’s a beautiful movie by any standard: the colors, the mood, the story, the acting, the soundtrack.

This weekend, I was also staying at my girl-friend's house. We were ready to go to bed and when I came out of the bathroom, the lights in the house were already out except for one candle in the bedroom. I considered it very thoughtful of her that she lighted a candle so I could find my way to the bed and I blew it out after I got there.

Wrong move... the candle wasn't intended to help me find my way. My baby was in the mood for love and my little blow did turn off more than just the light..

Meet the parents

'Meeting the parents' has gotten a whole different meaning over the last 3 weeks. My new sweetheart has never introduced any boy-friend to her parents because if she would, they would expect her to marry the guy.

Yesterday, we went out bowling with some friends. Arnie, a family therapist was there as well. Other than 'the parents', the number '6' is weighting heavily on our new relationship as well (see previous posting). So my sweetheart suggested that we should talk to Arnie about this number six and how every time I would mention it, she would gets hip cramps.

The only professional advice that he could give me was short and sobering: "Take a second job; do you know what college education is costing nowadays?"