Suppose there hasn't been a proper introduction. Too busy with the surface details, the doilies & placemats to get proper acquainted.
Where are my manners...
This corner, let's call it our space. A private locale to do as you/I/we please: where we can get comfortable, exchange ideas, as unguarded as if alone in a neighbor's lake house, just the two of us, some corked champagne and a blotter full of spent ideas:
You'll allow us to do that, won't you, sugar? Explore our thinking? The stuff of dreams?
What I'm saying is: give a glimpse. A taste. Offering up that side of myself;
One would allege.
We all need someone to talk to.
This lil corner of mine, this lil corner of mine - to muse on new directions, imagined machinations, spoiled loves...
Always poised and controlled. Always facing the mirror.
Progress is a slow roast, ain't no fun if we don't get to share now and then.
& so: once we start to get comfortable with one another, pleasantries exchanged, limp handshakes, that initial rigamarole: