When you go out on a date, arrive at the restaurant three hours before closing, and talk so long the waiter says, "Were closing the kitchen. Would you like to order now?" Your food comes, and you hardly touch it because you can't pull yourself away from the other person long enough to even take a bite. You pay the bill and still you stay, only to leave with doggie bags in hand and the cleaning crew turning chairs up onto the tables. You say "good-night" with a passionate kiss and go your separate ways until the marrow. And in the morning… the leftovers are the best food you ever had. That's when it started.
Thanks for sparking the memories with your poetic ways.
P.S. I got your e-mail, but I can't seem to e-mail you in return. Tried a few times with no success.