Please, never call me "sexy!"

     My "Mr. Right" will call me by my name, because my name is one thing (of many) that makes his heart sing.  Explicitly, I will let him know frequently that his name (among many other things) makes my heart sing too.  He will never call me "sexy," because he embraces me, not as a sex object, not as an object at all, but as the person he knows and to whom he wants to give his love as freely and abundantly as he can muster, because I'm the person he never wants to live without.  Explicitly, and in every other way I can manage, he will know, and love, the fact I will never address him as "sexy," because he's the man who makes my heart sing, and he'll know I'll always want to be with him, and it's to him (and to him only) that I wish to give my love as freely and abundantly as I can muster.

     Luring each other to sexual love is not, and will not be, the theme of our interactions with each other.  Our theme will be to have and to hold for richer or poorer in sickness and in health until death do us part, not because we simply took the gamble and pledged so, but because we know it's right for us because it rightly expresses and completes who we are and who we can be. 

     We're not engaged in a competition against other men.  We're not engaged in any competition at all.  We're engaged in our vision, our journey, and our world that's complete because we are one.

     In our book, "sexy" is not, and will never be, a complement! 

     Call it a dream!  That's okay!  I'll continue to enjoy dreaming the dream!