the wa-aiting is the hardest part

I know I shouldn’t keep dipping into classic(?) rock lyrics to tell my stories, but this came on the radio and it seemed soo fitting.

Guess what we did on Saturday? More than once? Go ahead, guess. (taps foot)

OK, perhaps this classic rock lyric could be a clue:

The whisper that calls after you in the night
And kisses your ear in the early moonlight
And you don’t need to wonder, you’re doing fine
My love, the pleasure’s mine

Let me go crazy on you
Crazy on you
Let me go crazy, crazy on you, ohhh…

I’d tell more, but I’m not that kinda blog…

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