December 5th… why does the date ring such bells?
I couldn’t figure it out.
Maybe nothing.
But maybe something.
Maybe something big.
I looked in the archives to see what might be there, what clues might give indication to reason.
I wake up with your fragrance and it’s all over me (what cologne do you wear?)
Mario Lopez in his underwear… that can’t be it. Significant to some, perhaps.
A Victorian virgin… magical, but not quite it.
Was it Daniel Craig in his bulging Bond swimsuit?
A laugh, while important and integral to good living, is but a laugh.
Some posts are full of shit, and I’ve written many of them.
Adam Levine waking up in his underwear is definitely memorable, but even completely naked he’s not what I’m looking for.
Was it Deco World in Guilderland?
Maybe it was all about Ben Cohen.
Or the purple panache.
Or maybe it was the revealing revelation why I get naked here.
Nah.
It’s none of that.
I still don’t know.
Why this date rings in my brain.
But another year it passes.
Unremarked.
Unheralded.
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