The answer, fellas, is "yes."
Take a little trip through the highlands of France with our lovely little friend Alison. In case you need a teaser:
In a sleek car, in a pretty dress, with a picnik packed and euros counted for cold red wine. And with a man whose face lights up when he sees me, a genuine smile seemingly promising bona fide happiness and above all absolute sincerity (and always has). It’s amazing what you can glean from a smile when life is slow enough for you to appreciate it.
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Since I do my daily reads in alphabetical order... "Dirty Martini, A" is open in the tab right next to this one... and is my next stop.
That's the little problem with my small readership, Buck. If'n I link to one of the blogs I read, chances are that everyone who reads my blog already reads that one, too. But hey, when someone writes something as pleasant and skillful as Alison's piece there, I'm linking it anyway.
:) Thanks so much for the link - a man with writing skills such as yours making nice about my piece is an complete honour, Andy.
Strange girl. You got the chops, Alison, it's what hooked me to your blog in the first place.
It's a fine piece of writing. Also, a good reminder to us dudes that the galfolks need a bit of thoughtful romantic atmosphere now and then.
I get the feeling, Gordon, that you are about as attentive a fellow as there is. I'm sure the girls appreciate it.
Thanks Gordon.
It was more flirty/sexy than romantic. It wasn't planned to be romantic as I have to be honest here and say I'm not the most romantic kind in the traditional sense. But I know a lot of women do love that. Like all girls I have tickboxes that I mentally go through though of course!
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