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Wednesday, March 12, 2008
He Says, She Says: The Sandini's story Part 2
Originally written on August 25, 2005
He says, she says: The Sandini's story (Sharon's version)
**Note: Before you can jump to the conclusion that Dominic Sandini is real, I am making things clear now. LOL! Dominic Sandini is a character in Judith McNaught's novel "Perfect". He was my claimed hubby in JM board before. :D So sorry to shatter to illusion if you think I already have a love life. **
How did Dom and I meet? Well, there was nothing really extraordinary about it.I clearly remembered it was one of my bad days. It was a Saturday and I got up on the wrong side of the bed which turned my life 360 degrees around. I dragged myself out of bed and then managed to drop everything - my toothbrush, my hairbrush and my towel. Not to mention that I burnt my breakfast (I had a crunchy fried eggs) and my finger that day. Top top it all, the neighbors chose that day to have an early morning shouting match. It was not ten am yet and I already had a pounding headache.I also discovered that I only had one egg in my fridge and nothing in my cupboards so I decided to go out and do some grocery shopping.
And so I went to the supermarket near my place.When I arrived at the store, I searched in my bag for my list but I can't find it. Great, I had to do a lane by lane trek then. And I grabbed a cart and proceeded to the next lane. And I bumped into this guy who wast trying to be charming, and greeted me good morning. There was nothign good in my morning so I ignored him and acted as if I didn't see him. Then I just get on with my grocery shopping.In the "Confectionary" dept, I grabbed a small pack of Minstrels and put them in my cart when another guy sauntered up to me and asked me if i knew where the meat section is. Hello? Do I look like I work there? I wasn't normally rude, and I always try to be friendly but that day i decided to act unkindly. I told him straight in his face that Sorry, i don't work here. And immediately head out towards the cashier. There i saw Mrs. Tilden, the old lay who lives across my street and since I was never a morning person and I find it hard to converse in long sentences in the morning, I just smiled at her.
I then loaded my bags in car and after a mile from the grocery store, my car just stopped. I don't know anything about cars and so I just opened the hood and gazed at the complex machine there without even an inkling on what to check. Luckily, somebody came after a few minutes and he went out of his car and came to me. But then I felt a littel fear ran down my spine. What if this man is a criminal or a maniac?
I was about to panic when he told me he is Maria Sandini's son, Dominic. Mrs. Sandini was a customer in our office and I just helped her with my refund, which was no big deal since that is what i do, but she took it as a big help on my part. So almost every week she stopped by on my office and gave me her homemade salami (which I give to my friend to feed her dog since I alwasy have indigestion the three times i tried to eat it). He asked me what did his Mama say about him and I told him that he just came out from some institution for his lesson. He then asked me if he could try fix my car!Ok, so this guy was an ex-con and he wants to fix my car? No way, high way! I knew he was arrested for stealing automobiles. And maybe my apprehension showed in my face and he assured me he has changed now. I agreed to let him take a look at my car, provided that I will shoot him incase he will try to run away with it. He looked insulted but a lady has just got to be smart. So he relented and after a few minutes, my carwas up and running.
I thanked him and asked him how much should I pay him. He said he will only take payment in kind and that should be a lunch at my house. I reluctantly gave in because he would not be swayed.And so, that day, I have Spaghetti on my lunch menu and the cocky guy has managed to take over my cooking. He even boasted that he cooked the best and I said yeah, whatever plus rolling of the eyes. However, he did cook spaghetti really well. I told him i love Italian foods and it must have been the wrong thing to say coz he pompously replied he's italian and therefore he's the best authority when it comes to Italian cooking. Since then he came to my house most of the time unannounced, and when I refuse to let him in or find excuses, he would say that he has spag or pizza or pasta with him. And it's my weakness, so I gave in.
One day, I came home from work very tired that I slept immediatley without turning any lights on. Suddenly I was awakened from my slumber with the ratting of my back door, in my kitchen. So I stealthily went down the stair grabbing a wooden rod along the way. I saw a silhouette of a man in my kitchen and aimed the rod at him. But his reflex is good that he managed to evade it and he ran towards the light. i was so surprised it was Dominic that I was prepared to lash out at me for scaring me. But the stupid guy grabbed my face and kissed me until, I admit, I became senseless. That man can kiss.
When we gasped for air, awareness suddenly sink in and I so wanted to slap him but he charmed his way by offering me his homemade pizza and how could I resist? I just forgot about slapping him but acted as if nothing happened and just enjoyed the pizza. Then we talked the night away, having a good laugh about anything we could think of.
Three weeks after, he asked me to marry him. I was so shocked. I was not prepared, I don't think he's the right man for me, I came up with dozens of excuses that night. But he bribed me. He told me that he would willingly cook for me every night, he would drive me anywhere, he would be a good husband, he would let me read all the time I want, and it would make his Mama happy. So who could say no to that. Besides, we make each other laugh, we enjoy each other's company so at last i said yes to him.
One month after that, we were married in a simple but big ceremony. I said big because all his family was there and there were dozens and dozens of them. My friends were surprised because I havent spoken about him to any of them and suddenly they just heard i married him.That is our story.
He says, she says: The Sandini's story (Sharon's version)
**Note: Before you can jump to the conclusion that Dominic Sandini is real, I am making things clear now. LOL! Dominic Sandini is a character in Judith McNaught's novel "Perfect". He was my claimed hubby in JM board before. :D So sorry to shatter to illusion if you think I already have a love life. **
How did Dom and I meet? Well, there was nothing really extraordinary about it.I clearly remembered it was one of my bad days. It was a Saturday and I got up on the wrong side of the bed which turned my life 360 degrees around. I dragged myself out of bed and then managed to drop everything - my toothbrush, my hairbrush and my towel. Not to mention that I burnt my breakfast (I had a crunchy fried eggs) and my finger that day. Top top it all, the neighbors chose that day to have an early morning shouting match. It was not ten am yet and I already had a pounding headache.I also discovered that I only had one egg in my fridge and nothing in my cupboards so I decided to go out and do some grocery shopping.
And so I went to the supermarket near my place.When I arrived at the store, I searched in my bag for my list but I can't find it. Great, I had to do a lane by lane trek then. And I grabbed a cart and proceeded to the next lane. And I bumped into this guy who wast trying to be charming, and greeted me good morning. There was nothign good in my morning so I ignored him and acted as if I didn't see him. Then I just get on with my grocery shopping.In the "Confectionary" dept, I grabbed a small pack of Minstrels and put them in my cart when another guy sauntered up to me and asked me if i knew where the meat section is. Hello? Do I look like I work there? I wasn't normally rude, and I always try to be friendly but that day i decided to act unkindly. I told him straight in his face that Sorry, i don't work here. And immediately head out towards the cashier. There i saw Mrs. Tilden, the old lay who lives across my street and since I was never a morning person and I find it hard to converse in long sentences in the morning, I just smiled at her.
I then loaded my bags in car and after a mile from the grocery store, my car just stopped. I don't know anything about cars and so I just opened the hood and gazed at the complex machine there without even an inkling on what to check. Luckily, somebody came after a few minutes and he went out of his car and came to me. But then I felt a littel fear ran down my spine. What if this man is a criminal or a maniac?
I was about to panic when he told me he is Maria Sandini's son, Dominic. Mrs. Sandini was a customer in our office and I just helped her with my refund, which was no big deal since that is what i do, but she took it as a big help on my part. So almost every week she stopped by on my office and gave me her homemade salami (which I give to my friend to feed her dog since I alwasy have indigestion the three times i tried to eat it). He asked me what did his Mama say about him and I told him that he just came out from some institution for his lesson. He then asked me if he could try fix my car!Ok, so this guy was an ex-con and he wants to fix my car? No way, high way! I knew he was arrested for stealing automobiles. And maybe my apprehension showed in my face and he assured me he has changed now. I agreed to let him take a look at my car, provided that I will shoot him incase he will try to run away with it. He looked insulted but a lady has just got to be smart. So he relented and after a few minutes, my carwas up and running.
I thanked him and asked him how much should I pay him. He said he will only take payment in kind and that should be a lunch at my house. I reluctantly gave in because he would not be swayed.And so, that day, I have Spaghetti on my lunch menu and the cocky guy has managed to take over my cooking. He even boasted that he cooked the best and I said yeah, whatever plus rolling of the eyes. However, he did cook spaghetti really well. I told him i love Italian foods and it must have been the wrong thing to say coz he pompously replied he's italian and therefore he's the best authority when it comes to Italian cooking. Since then he came to my house most of the time unannounced, and when I refuse to let him in or find excuses, he would say that he has spag or pizza or pasta with him. And it's my weakness, so I gave in.
One day, I came home from work very tired that I slept immediatley without turning any lights on. Suddenly I was awakened from my slumber with the ratting of my back door, in my kitchen. So I stealthily went down the stair grabbing a wooden rod along the way. I saw a silhouette of a man in my kitchen and aimed the rod at him. But his reflex is good that he managed to evade it and he ran towards the light. i was so surprised it was Dominic that I was prepared to lash out at me for scaring me. But the stupid guy grabbed my face and kissed me until, I admit, I became senseless. That man can kiss.
When we gasped for air, awareness suddenly sink in and I so wanted to slap him but he charmed his way by offering me his homemade pizza and how could I resist? I just forgot about slapping him but acted as if nothing happened and just enjoyed the pizza. Then we talked the night away, having a good laugh about anything we could think of.
Three weeks after, he asked me to marry him. I was so shocked. I was not prepared, I don't think he's the right man for me, I came up with dozens of excuses that night. But he bribed me. He told me that he would willingly cook for me every night, he would drive me anywhere, he would be a good husband, he would let me read all the time I want, and it would make his Mama happy. So who could say no to that. Besides, we make each other laugh, we enjoy each other's company so at last i said yes to him.
One month after that, we were married in a simple but big ceremony. I said big because all his family was there and there were dozens and dozens of them. My friends were surprised because I havent spoken about him to any of them and suddenly they just heard i married him.That is our story.
Labels: dominic sandini, fan fiction, judith mcnaught, perfect
He Says, She Says: The Sandini's Story
Originally written on August 30, 2005
HE SAYS: Dominic's Version
My marriage to my wife shocked a lot of people because it was so abrupt. But then it was what my wife was saying to them. But the truth is, I have known her for some months and have been keeping an eye on her. The problem is, my wife, Sharon was oblivious to everything most of the time, especially to men. By the way, my name is Dominic Carlo Sandini and this is the story of how I met my wifeShe came greatly recommended by my mother.
Mama Sandini was not content until all her children were happily married and have produced a dozen or so grandchildren for her. One day, she came home, flushed and beaming and eagerly told me she had a surprise for me. Since she had a lot of packages that day, I eagerly sorted out the bags and looked for a present, which I thought she bought for me. But, she gave me a piece of paper with an address on it instead and gallingly informed me that she found me a wife. Hah! I could only think, for I could never interrupt Mama in her ramblings. And she went on and on about how she met his sweet and helpful and lovely lady. And in that instance, she concluded that the lady would suit me as a wife.
They met when she was trying to refund her plane ticket and no one was minding her. But this lady noticed her and helped her get her money back.“I am very sure she is the one who could change you, my dear boy!” Imagine my mother telling me that. I felt as if I was the most notorious person in the world. Ok, ok, I admit I had been to prison for stealing automobiles and I’d been arrested sixteen times before I turned twenty eight. So you could lower your eyebrows now. Besides, I have suffered and paid for it, thanks a lot to my Uncle Enrico. Now, I am trying hard to be good. Besides, my good friend Zack Benedict has given me a legal business this time – a used-car sales lot. Don’t want to disappoint him and he made me promise I’d change. And I did.
So anyway, my Mama nagged me everyday to go see the lady whom she approved as a wife for me. She told me that this woman is a true lady, helpful to others especially the elders, so polite, soft-spoken, smart, funny and lovely. Now, now, my Mama was describing a saint there. Nobody as in no one in this world could have that much positive side. So I decided to take a peek at this epitome of goodness my mother was crazy about. For two reasons: one, to stop my mother from nagging me everyday and two, she indeed perked my interest. It is hard to please my Mama and a lot of my ex-girlfriends used to cry a lot because my Mama could be so blunt and honest, her words could cut like dull blade to the skin.
And so, one fine day, I found myself with nothing to do, so I decided to drop by the address Mama gave me.Thump, thump, thump. Bog, bog, bog. I swear I heard my heart the first time I laid my eyes on her. It was a Saturday morning, I remember, so I parked my car opposite from her house and was watching for signs of life. Suddenly, a loud argument turned into a full-blown shouting match emanated from her left-door neighbors. Less than thirty minutes later, her front door opened and there emerged a sight not sore to the eyes. In fact, it was cool to the eyes. She stands about 5’2”, tan-skinned, long wavy black hair and passably pretty. I couldn’t ask for more. I was grinning like a fool then and there because I know I already want her. If Mama was beside me, I would have hugged her and kissed her.She got on her vehicle and I discreetly followed her, a car or two behind.
She stopped at the supermarket and so I also followed her to it. I saw her reaching inside her purse, looking for something. After a few minutes she gave up what she was searching for and then grabbed a cart and proceeded towards the first lane. “Looks like now’s the time to approach her.” I said to myself and nonchalantly walked up to the opposite end of the lane so that we would me at the end.I was right on time. I turned the corner just as she was turning too and she bumped her cart into me accidentally. It was as if the hands of fate was helping me and so I pasted on a charming smile and said “Oopps, sorry about that Miss. Good morning to you.”
However, two seconds later, my smile turned into a frown, because she just looked at me as though I am no there and went towards the next lane – without even saying a word.I thought Mama said she was sweet.You fool, you haven’t introduced yourself to her yet. Naturally, she might think you’re stalking her.Oh, right, I need to think of a suave way to approach her again.I silently argued with my self. And so, I followed her slowly, as she went from lane to lane, while I was trying to come up with a smooth way to introduce myself to her.An opportunity came when we came to the sweets section.
There was only the two of us in that lane. I saw her take out a pack of Galaxy Minstrels chocolates, a Toblerone bar, and an Alpine White Chocolate bar. Then after a second, she returned them back. She put them in her cart again. She was undecided, I knew. I was tempted to laugh and tell her they wont hurt her but I wisely held my tongue and so casually I went to her and asked, “Uhmm, Miss, do you know where the meat section is?”As an answer, she looked pointedly at the apron-clad assistant who came around the corner in the middle of my question, and with glaring eyes, tartly replied, “Do I look like I work here?”So much for being suave, Sandini, I thought to myself and restrain the urge to scratch my head in despair. I watched her approach the check out counter and looked at her as she smiled at the old lady ahead of her.
Dejectedly, I sauntered towards my car, hoping that inspiration would strike. I saw her emerge from the supermarket and loaded the shopping bags to her car. I never offered to help for she will just glower at me for sure. I watched her car as it disappeared around the bend.Inspiration did strike. After a few minutes of thinking about what to do, I started my car and decided to take a look if she arrived safely.
I just traveled for only a mile when I saw her – in the middle of the street at high noon, taking a look at her car’s machine with the hood up.Oh how I could shout with glee for the golden opportunity. I came up to her and greeted her good morning. At first, I saw fear on that pretty face but after a while, I saw recognition dawn on her face as the guy in the supermarket earlier. I still felt her apprehension and so I told her that I am the son of Maria Sandini.
“You are Dominic?” she asked me, surprised.
“Yeah, I am. You know me?” I replied.She nodded her head and said that Mama has told her about me.
“What did she say about me?” I asked.
“Well, er, she told me you’re her youngest son and that you er, ehm, just came out from, ah, some place where, you….you have to learn some lessons.”
I stifled my laugh, knowing that my blunt Mama would never try to cover my past with those “kind” words. “That’s good. At least now you know I am not some criminal?” I asked, which I think was wrong of me because she looked at her car and me doubtfully, thinking for sure about the reason why I was arrested.However, I told her that she can put a gun to my head as I look at it and she can shoot me if I will attempt to run away with it. And that seemed to relieve her because I swear I saw her relax her stance. Her car just stopped working and she doesn’t know why. Therefore she doesn’t know how to fix it. I looked at her car, found the problem immediately and fixed it.
Then she thanked me profusely and invited me to her house which I accepted wholeheartedly.We entered her small but neat house, and she told me she is preparing lunch – spaghetti. With a flourish, I volunteered to cook it and she looked at me doubtfully but turn over the ingredients to me. She then told me that she adore Italian food – all kinds of pasta and pizza and she could live on them every day. Well, I gladly told him I am an Italian (as if she didn’t know from my looks) and told her that I cook the best spaghetti. Boy, how impressed was she.
She exclaimed over and over how delicious my spaghetti was and told me again and again that Spaghetti was her favorite food. And since then she cannot refuse to see me, it’s what I use to bribe her just to go out with me or let me come to her house.
One time, when I came to her house, she was not there for there was no visible light. So I decided to surprise her and hid in her dark kitchen, with a box of pizza. I was an expert in those things, you know. It’s a good thing my reflexes are fast. I was able to duck in the last second, narrowly missing the wood that should have hit my head. It seems that she was asleep upstairs on her bedroom when I arrived and heard me rattling her backdoor. She tiptoed silently towards the kitchen with the intention of beating the intruder away. I managed to elude her blows until I put on the light and only then she’d stopped.
When she recognized me at last, she stopped and apologized to me, and then I felt like the rug was pulled out under me. She kissed me then and there. And who am I to balk away from that! Man, I am not a saint, I am only human. And so with so much gusto, I kissed her back until we both come up for air, and she looked at me sheepishly. To make her forget her embarrassment, I opened the pizza and told her we’ll eat. We managed to turn the pizza dinner into one of the happiest nights of my life. We just talked and life, she laughed at my jokes and she made me laugh with her words. Boy, I never met anyone who has made me laugh that much in a few hours.Three weeks after, she asked me to marry her because she doesn’t think she could live without my pizza and pasta. And who am I to refuse. Of course I accepted her proposal much to Mama’s delight.
And one month after, we were married in a simple ceremony.Next thing I knew, we were congratulated by her friends, and all were exclaiming about our sudden and surprise wedding. It was because she has never told anyone that we were seeing each other
HE SAYS: Dominic's Version
My marriage to my wife shocked a lot of people because it was so abrupt. But then it was what my wife was saying to them. But the truth is, I have known her for some months and have been keeping an eye on her. The problem is, my wife, Sharon was oblivious to everything most of the time, especially to men. By the way, my name is Dominic Carlo Sandini and this is the story of how I met my wifeShe came greatly recommended by my mother.
Mama Sandini was not content until all her children were happily married and have produced a dozen or so grandchildren for her. One day, she came home, flushed and beaming and eagerly told me she had a surprise for me. Since she had a lot of packages that day, I eagerly sorted out the bags and looked for a present, which I thought she bought for me. But, she gave me a piece of paper with an address on it instead and gallingly informed me that she found me a wife. Hah! I could only think, for I could never interrupt Mama in her ramblings. And she went on and on about how she met his sweet and helpful and lovely lady. And in that instance, she concluded that the lady would suit me as a wife.
They met when she was trying to refund her plane ticket and no one was minding her. But this lady noticed her and helped her get her money back.“I am very sure she is the one who could change you, my dear boy!” Imagine my mother telling me that. I felt as if I was the most notorious person in the world. Ok, ok, I admit I had been to prison for stealing automobiles and I’d been arrested sixteen times before I turned twenty eight. So you could lower your eyebrows now. Besides, I have suffered and paid for it, thanks a lot to my Uncle Enrico. Now, I am trying hard to be good. Besides, my good friend Zack Benedict has given me a legal business this time – a used-car sales lot. Don’t want to disappoint him and he made me promise I’d change. And I did.
So anyway, my Mama nagged me everyday to go see the lady whom she approved as a wife for me. She told me that this woman is a true lady, helpful to others especially the elders, so polite, soft-spoken, smart, funny and lovely. Now, now, my Mama was describing a saint there. Nobody as in no one in this world could have that much positive side. So I decided to take a peek at this epitome of goodness my mother was crazy about. For two reasons: one, to stop my mother from nagging me everyday and two, she indeed perked my interest. It is hard to please my Mama and a lot of my ex-girlfriends used to cry a lot because my Mama could be so blunt and honest, her words could cut like dull blade to the skin.
And so, one fine day, I found myself with nothing to do, so I decided to drop by the address Mama gave me.Thump, thump, thump. Bog, bog, bog. I swear I heard my heart the first time I laid my eyes on her. It was a Saturday morning, I remember, so I parked my car opposite from her house and was watching for signs of life. Suddenly, a loud argument turned into a full-blown shouting match emanated from her left-door neighbors. Less than thirty minutes later, her front door opened and there emerged a sight not sore to the eyes. In fact, it was cool to the eyes. She stands about 5’2”, tan-skinned, long wavy black hair and passably pretty. I couldn’t ask for more. I was grinning like a fool then and there because I know I already want her. If Mama was beside me, I would have hugged her and kissed her.She got on her vehicle and I discreetly followed her, a car or two behind.
She stopped at the supermarket and so I also followed her to it. I saw her reaching inside her purse, looking for something. After a few minutes she gave up what she was searching for and then grabbed a cart and proceeded towards the first lane. “Looks like now’s the time to approach her.” I said to myself and nonchalantly walked up to the opposite end of the lane so that we would me at the end.I was right on time. I turned the corner just as she was turning too and she bumped her cart into me accidentally. It was as if the hands of fate was helping me and so I pasted on a charming smile and said “Oopps, sorry about that Miss. Good morning to you.”
However, two seconds later, my smile turned into a frown, because she just looked at me as though I am no there and went towards the next lane – without even saying a word.I thought Mama said she was sweet.You fool, you haven’t introduced yourself to her yet. Naturally, she might think you’re stalking her.Oh, right, I need to think of a suave way to approach her again.I silently argued with my self. And so, I followed her slowly, as she went from lane to lane, while I was trying to come up with a smooth way to introduce myself to her.An opportunity came when we came to the sweets section.
There was only the two of us in that lane. I saw her take out a pack of Galaxy Minstrels chocolates, a Toblerone bar, and an Alpine White Chocolate bar. Then after a second, she returned them back. She put them in her cart again. She was undecided, I knew. I was tempted to laugh and tell her they wont hurt her but I wisely held my tongue and so casually I went to her and asked, “Uhmm, Miss, do you know where the meat section is?”As an answer, she looked pointedly at the apron-clad assistant who came around the corner in the middle of my question, and with glaring eyes, tartly replied, “Do I look like I work here?”So much for being suave, Sandini, I thought to myself and restrain the urge to scratch my head in despair. I watched her approach the check out counter and looked at her as she smiled at the old lady ahead of her.
Dejectedly, I sauntered towards my car, hoping that inspiration would strike. I saw her emerge from the supermarket and loaded the shopping bags to her car. I never offered to help for she will just glower at me for sure. I watched her car as it disappeared around the bend.Inspiration did strike. After a few minutes of thinking about what to do, I started my car and decided to take a look if she arrived safely.
I just traveled for only a mile when I saw her – in the middle of the street at high noon, taking a look at her car’s machine with the hood up.Oh how I could shout with glee for the golden opportunity. I came up to her and greeted her good morning. At first, I saw fear on that pretty face but after a while, I saw recognition dawn on her face as the guy in the supermarket earlier. I still felt her apprehension and so I told her that I am the son of Maria Sandini.
“You are Dominic?” she asked me, surprised.
“Yeah, I am. You know me?” I replied.She nodded her head and said that Mama has told her about me.
“What did she say about me?” I asked.
“Well, er, she told me you’re her youngest son and that you er, ehm, just came out from, ah, some place where, you….you have to learn some lessons.”
I stifled my laugh, knowing that my blunt Mama would never try to cover my past with those “kind” words. “That’s good. At least now you know I am not some criminal?” I asked, which I think was wrong of me because she looked at her car and me doubtfully, thinking for sure about the reason why I was arrested.However, I told her that she can put a gun to my head as I look at it and she can shoot me if I will attempt to run away with it. And that seemed to relieve her because I swear I saw her relax her stance. Her car just stopped working and she doesn’t know why. Therefore she doesn’t know how to fix it. I looked at her car, found the problem immediately and fixed it.
Then she thanked me profusely and invited me to her house which I accepted wholeheartedly.We entered her small but neat house, and she told me she is preparing lunch – spaghetti. With a flourish, I volunteered to cook it and she looked at me doubtfully but turn over the ingredients to me. She then told me that she adore Italian food – all kinds of pasta and pizza and she could live on them every day. Well, I gladly told him I am an Italian (as if she didn’t know from my looks) and told her that I cook the best spaghetti. Boy, how impressed was she.
She exclaimed over and over how delicious my spaghetti was and told me again and again that Spaghetti was her favorite food. And since then she cannot refuse to see me, it’s what I use to bribe her just to go out with me or let me come to her house.
One time, when I came to her house, she was not there for there was no visible light. So I decided to surprise her and hid in her dark kitchen, with a box of pizza. I was an expert in those things, you know. It’s a good thing my reflexes are fast. I was able to duck in the last second, narrowly missing the wood that should have hit my head. It seems that she was asleep upstairs on her bedroom when I arrived and heard me rattling her backdoor. She tiptoed silently towards the kitchen with the intention of beating the intruder away. I managed to elude her blows until I put on the light and only then she’d stopped.
When she recognized me at last, she stopped and apologized to me, and then I felt like the rug was pulled out under me. She kissed me then and there. And who am I to balk away from that! Man, I am not a saint, I am only human. And so with so much gusto, I kissed her back until we both come up for air, and she looked at me sheepishly. To make her forget her embarrassment, I opened the pizza and told her we’ll eat. We managed to turn the pizza dinner into one of the happiest nights of my life. We just talked and life, she laughed at my jokes and she made me laugh with her words. Boy, I never met anyone who has made me laugh that much in a few hours.Three weeks after, she asked me to marry her because she doesn’t think she could live without my pizza and pasta. And who am I to refuse. Of course I accepted her proposal much to Mama’s delight.
And one month after, we were married in a simple ceremony.Next thing I knew, we were congratulated by her friends, and all were exclaiming about our sudden and surprise wedding. It was because she has never told anyone that we were seeing each other
Labels: dominic sandini, fan fiction, judith mcnaught, perfect
Ode to my favorite books
Written on August 24, 2005
I made this poem by using all the titles of Judith McNaught books - my ultimate favorite author.
I still remember when I first saw you
You're so perfect, too good to be true
Something wonderful fluttered inside me that day
And I just knew you're someone to watch over me
Even the night whispers they agree
Your presence bring miracles and changed my life
That I never thought there were angels until you
I was in paradise when you said you love me too
The two of us together was such a tender triumph
It was a kingdom of dreams coming true
From then on my world is always almost heaven
I pledge my love to you in double exposure
Double standards will have no place in our lives
I adore you, my love, and bear this in mind
Every breath you take all your life
I love you for only once and always
I made this poem by using all the titles of Judith McNaught books - my ultimate favorite author.
I still remember when I first saw you
You're so perfect, too good to be true
Something wonderful fluttered inside me that day
And I just knew you're someone to watch over me
Even the night whispers they agree
Your presence bring miracles and changed my life
That I never thought there were angels until you
I was in paradise when you said you love me too
The two of us together was such a tender triumph
It was a kingdom of dreams coming true
From then on my world is always almost heaven
I pledge my love to you in double exposure
Double standards will have no place in our lives
I adore you, my love, and bear this in mind
Every breath you take all your life
I love you for only once and always
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