Dance is great exercise. I'm glad that my side of the bed looks straight into the bathroom, as I get the full show after the morning shower---as she works her abs, swivels, stretches, reaching for the sky etc. Then I enjoy heated, fresh squeezed lemon juice and breakfast in bed, as she gets dressed to get to work before me, our clothes fresh, ironed.
By the time she's about out the door, my 24 Oz Italian style (Kona blend w/ammaretto, almond, hazlenut & sweet cream) coffee's ready to go and she looks me over for any shaving cream left on my neck and ears, checks that my pant's cuffs drape right, that my sleeves are rolled up 'just right' as is the current fashion. As she insists, I make sure she looks right, wholesomely sexy, but not remotely 'too hot'. Her weakness--probably changes her shoes 3 times before deciding what's best. Probably at least once a week, she makes me take my shirt off so she can reiron it quickly.
My job? Start her car if it's cold outside.
Definitely an old school, traditional Asian style arrangement, with some reasonably modern western twists worked into the mix.
No doubt, some of those morena S. Amercan women are also beautiful, and a number of times, with her Grand father having been 100% Spanish and other Spanish family to differing degrees 'in the blood line' too, people can't quite figure her nationality, but I wonder how common the 'old school' style and care she gives me is south of the border. Hell, it's not nearly as common back in her home country anymore either. Shamey.
But boy, can she can eat me under the table---we just each put away a salad, baked potatoes (her's sweet, mine idaho) and NY strip steaks weighing about 2/3's of a pound (bone in, AKA 'KC' style) each. I swear, on mine---on a full sized dinner plate, the steak and potato left no room on the plate, we laughed, eating our salad out of the serving bowl. No room for the gelato desert. Maybe later, over a cup o tea, although she's afraid sweets before bed make girls chubby, LOL.
Eat as she does and can, her weight varies from 1 to 3 pounds more than when she was a teenager, (yet she 'watches' it, knowing I prefer 'petite') sometimes if she's been back home, eating a lot of raw, natural foods, or if we're stressed, she weighs what she did when she got here eleven some years ago. Fits into the clothes she brought here. She stays out of the sun religiously, then wonders why the girls at work say: "I'd LOVE to have a tan that's your skin color." Almost zero, if any make up, a dab of Dolce & Gabbana...
Between dance and yoga, we sometimes do hot yoga together---that'll keep the weight off. We go to a couple yoga studios, one runs a 90 minute, non stop kill session that's tempreture preset to between 110 to 112 degrees, the other's set to 95 degrees and runs 60 minutes.
Sometimes I punk out and let her go w/o me. Twelve years after her first driving lesson, she still can't believe she actually drives, but has never gotten a ticket. I never let her go to the gym w/o me, but yoga usually has 10-15 people and if there's 2 or 3 guys, they're skinny gay guys, so I don't worry about the 'wolf on the hunt' effect....
If heaven changed to hell tomorrow, I'd visit South America for sure, with a roving, gathering eye, but I think I'd still end up back east, looking for a lovely morena from the provinces, shiny jet black hair and eyes like brilliant, sparking black diamonds, but well educated and with some city smarts.
