But starting with her stroll down future-memories lane with Jake Gyllenhaal in 2010, Taylor was comporting herself like a leading lady in a romantic-comedy montage., the title track boasting the hidden message "SAG" (the consensus being it's a reference to Jake and Taylor's sun signs, Sagittarius) and "All Too Well" leading to the drop-the-mic "Maple latte" liner note.After dabbling in the older-man pool, it was all the more fascinating when she ended up dating boy-bander of the moment, Harry Styles, in 2012. How great Taylor looked in her retro-cut, polka-dot swimsuit, what proved to be the official start of her High Waist Era.
It’s my first date with the boat captain, and I’ve already told him I’ve had early-stage breast cancer, a double mastectomy and reconstructive surgeries. It was his coat and his no-nonsense manner that first put me at ease. on Friday, I was sitting in a Lake Union oyster bar when I saw this tall, ruddy-complexioned man enter with a ready smile. It’s the middle of winter, a clear, freezing night and our fingers are getting numb. Then we kiss in the parking lot, our cold noses touching while a man in a passing car rolls down his window and yells, “Get a room! It’s got the prime slip spot, furthest out with an unobstructed view of downtown Seattle and Gasworks Park.
You won't see anyone else wearing a coat like this one. I just obtained the charcoal version during Neiman Marcus's 25% off sale.
Maple lattes, apple picking, singing in the car, dancing around the kitchen, trips to the grocery story, steak dinners...
He steals sideways looks at me in the dark, his face glowing with the light of the flames, and slowly shakes his head. He lives on a boat docked just around the bend on the lake.
He says, “You’re a real, complicated, grown-up woman and you don’t know how rare that is to find.”At the end of the nine-and-a-half-hour first date, I wrap my arms around his neck and say, “Good night, honey.” He likes that I call him “honey.” He had watched me walk into the restaurant from his boat that afternoon, and was hoping I was his date. I’m afraid of what comes next.*A few days later, I stand with the backs of my thighs pressed against the edge of the dining table in my beach house and kiss him. I nuzzle the top of my head under his chin, against the soft part of his neck. They don’t move.”He says, “You’re gorgeous.” He moves closer to kiss me and holds one of my reconstructed breasts in each of his hands.