Legs, Black Dresses, Church and Take a Hike.
1. I am spending the weekend with Legs. (She is amazing, did I mention?)
2. Last night, we went to dinner and the theatre. I was ready to go and was waiting in the kitchen when Legs walked out of the bedroom in a black dress. I lit up.
I said, ‘You look fantastic!”
She looked at me and said, “I’m going to change clothes.”
*Blink*
Then she returned in a different black dress.
A shorter, smaller black dress.
I said, “Wow. You look great.”
She looked at me and then turned back toward the bedroom. She called back to me, “Maybe I should put on underwear.”
3. We were waiting for the cab outside when I leaned in and kissed her. I said, “I already got a kiss, this early in the date! This date is going well.”
She said, “You’ve already scored today.”
Touche.
+1 Legs
4. We just walked to a little diner and had breakfast. We were holding hands, walking down the street and I said, “When you walk to the breakfast between 10 and 11 on a Sunday morning, it’s obvious that you had sex instead of going to church.”
Legs said, “We were walking the dog!”
I said, “We walked him after we had sex.”
She grinned.
+1 Random
5. Legs was kind enough to let me take a picture of her t-shirt (above). By that, I mean that she put one hand on her hip and lifted her other hand, as if to say, “Fine. Go ahead, if you must.”
She is not a blogger. She does not use Twitter. My writing about her and tweeting about her is a new experience for her – one that sometimes both appalls and tickles her. Speaking of, she got the nickname “Legs” on Twitter and it has stuck.
I informed her of this.
She’s okay with it.
LEGS.






I have joked that some people could be summed up in one short phrase.
Besos spoke with her family tonight. Afterwards, she looked at me and said, “That was my grandmother.”


Just a random attorney writing about daily life with Little Filthy, my rotten dog.