Nice to ponder on with a Caipirinha in hand, the nicest mocktail I’ve had so far. I look around the pub to make sure no one heard Mellow’s outburst. Sometimes I wonder what people think when they eavesdrop on our conversations, sometimes I wish he wouldn’t speak as loud as he does and sometimes I hope he’s not insensitive when discussing sensitive topics. Focusing back to my little bunch I’m greeted with bewilderment written across their faces. Mellow continues his tirade dramatically moving his hand, barely missing my drink. He seems awfully in the mood to get his point across, and at times like these I sit back, listen intently and let him talk.
As the clock quickly ticks away the minutes, I can’t help but wonder about everything he said about love. I already knew that love is not changing the other person to fit your idea of the perfect person but that thought triggered so many other thought processes. If love means not changing a single thing about the other person, that means 99.9% of people haven’t being in love. Stewie looks perplexed and I look utterly baffled as realization slowly takes a hit, for me maybe it’s the Caipirinha. I shake my glass and look at it in dismay, its over and I really need another one but there’s no chance of that. While I awaken from my reverie, the gang seems to be discussing the best restaurants in town, I suggest that we try Japanese. Mellow thinks it’s a brilliant idea and yes I’m always full of brilliant stupid freaking ideas (I hate Japanese food!!).
Now at Sakura’s I’m still pondering while trying to eat with chopsticks. I’m the most ungraceful creature you’ve ever had Jap food with, seriously. As I struggle to grasp a piece of tempura, Mellow pokes something raw into my mouth and since I’m pretty much zoned out, I bite into awful raw food and gasp “Shit Mellow this freaking thing’s raw”. He looks at me and says “Sushi”. I swallow it in disgust and point my sticks at Stewie, he makes a silent but audible remark about how I’d walk away with them when we leave.
Love again…that thought stuck in my head. Love for me is the following list of things,
Love is putting up with the toilet seat, I’ve grown up with a older brother sharing my bathroom so I’m pretty much used to it sometimes being down and sometimes being up (the toilet seat, for goodness sake!!). So it really doesn’t bother me.
Love is having an argument, slamming the bedroom door and then opening it to let the dog in 
Love is when you’re told not to touch the brand new car and you touch it, drive it, crash it and then he looks at you and says “It’s amazing how much damage you could do in 5 minutes”.
Love is when you repeatedly listen to someone with a bad case of hysterical giggling while telling a joke.
Ok I’m going to stop now, this post started off a tad bit seriously but now I’m starting to find it all too comical. Well before I go, love for me is everything other than what people describe when they think of the 4 letter word and Mellow you may be right and you may be wrong, I don’t know, what I do know is that I walked away with the chopsticks.
