Have you noticed that some expressions suddenly become very popular. Right now the expression “in the shadow of financial crisis” is very popular. Here are some random expressions taken from newspapers around the world.
Some journalist don’t want to copy. So instead of using the phrase “in the shadow of the financial crises” they use “in the wake of financial crisis”. For instance
I tried my own variant.
Me: “Honey, let’s make love in the shadow of the global financial crises”.
She: “Don’t be stupid! Good night”.
Well in that case you need to brush up on your verbal foreplay.
Youre certain there wasnt just a teens-weensy hint of filth, in her response, that you, with your masterly powers of analysis and deduction, couldve construed as a, "Comenget me! Im all yours." 8)
If not you`d better try this: “Chérie, permet de faire l’amour, à l’ombre, d’un effondrement financier mondial.”
This is sad! Indeed its bad! This is the classic, [i]'sadbad'[/i], scenario we see unfolding before us. Initially it requires the Leonardo approach to Fault Finding& Rectification (thats da`Vinci, not DiCaprio). Robert, käre vän, we must step back from examining the minutiae of your love/loveless life, and concern ourselves with the broader canvas.
Ponder on this, as we step back the mandatory minimum distance: spoken French is the sexiest languagein the World,tis, La langue d'amour. Urban Legend would have us believe, its because, Le français talk endlessly about sex, but are crap at actually doing it (yr not French are y?)
Whereas, on the other hand, Urban Legend, once again, wants us to believe, that the Scandies, don`t even think about it, they just, do it! At it all the time; like, bucks&does. Tis to this dichotomy, apropos your sex life, that we will address our efforts.
Robert, käre vän, consider also, in our discourse pertaining to Love`s language, the role of the Bard, and his Sonnets. The ultimate Heart Melter!
Do this: (A) Approach your Love, hesitantly, affecting an air, of almost childish vulnerability. This will trigger her maternal instincts, momentarily. (B) Look upon her countenance with a look of tender bewilderment, upon yours. As she looks beseechingly of you to reveal your inner quandary, say:
Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer’s lease hath all too short a date:
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm’d;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance or nature’s changing course untrimm’d;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade
Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest;
Nor shall Death brag thou wander’st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou growest:
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this and this gives life to thee.
But, Robert, don`t say it in English. Say it in French!!
Je comparerai le thee à un summer’ ; jour de s ?
Art de mille plus beau et plus tempéré :
Les vents rugueux secouent les bourgeons chéris de mai,
Et summer’ ; hath de bail de s une toute la date trop courte :
Autrefois trop chaud l’oeil du ciel brille, Et est souvent son teint dimm’ d’or ; d ;
Et chaque foire de foire des déclins autrefois, Par hasard ou nature’ ;
cours changeant untrimm’ de s ; d ;
Mais thy été éternel ne se fanera pas Ni perdez la possession de ce mille juste owest ; Ni le mille wander’ de brag de la mort ;
rue à sa nuance, quand dans les lignes éternelles pour chronométrer le mille growest :
À condition que les hommes puissent respirer ou les yeux peuvent voir,
Ainsi des longues vies ceci et ceci donne la vie au thee.
IT`S PURE FECKIN KINKY!!! Now get on with it!
PS: Or you could use Uncle Philip`s dirty little limerick, below.
She lies on the bed looking very sad. I lay myself down beside her and start to caress her hair.
She: “I’m so sad.”
She: “I don’t know. Do you know why I’m sad?”
Me: “Some women are sad because they don’t own a fancy car.”
She: “I don’t own a fancy car.”
Me: “Some women are sad because they don’t have a yacht in Mediterranean.”
She: “I don’t have a yacht in Mediterranean.”
Me: “Some women are sad because they don’t have a handsome husband.”
She: I like you just the way you are.
Wait. Are we married to the same person? I swear snort and I had that exact discussion.
Isn’t it funny how much we laugh at things like this even though we know it isn’t funny? I love my wife. I know I am not the best looking guy. I know I look worse now than I did when we got married. It still makes me wince inside when she agrees with me though.
Hey, I was trying to give you a warning. There is no need for biological warfare. Besides, I think it is my round to buy. You keep that up and I will cut you off. The air under here is stale enough without vic-k scented air freshener.
To get back to our Scandinavian sage’s problem from the mire of Beardsleyoticism … Andrew Marvell is too long and wordy … had he but world enough and time to recite all that without her going to sleep …
Perhaps he should try Elizabeth Barrett Browning …
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of everyday’s
Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood’s faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints, - I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life! - and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.