I fell in love; again. It was only our first date, but I know it when I feel it. At first I was a bit nervous approaching you; you were tall, tan, with curves in all of the right places. My friends Lisa, Richard and Mel were there too; but as soon as I walked up to you, they were a passing thought.
Studying you from a distance, I thought I knew what you were all about; I've seen your kind before. Drill grooves, cracks, ledges; I thought you would just be another notch on my harness.
Time to dance.
What?! You want to get out the ropes and chains?! We just met!
Never one to turn down an opportunity I decide to play your game. First bolt, clip. This is where you started playing hard to get, and I brought out the big guns. Sidepulls, underclings, dyno's; you threw it all at me. It's been a while, and I had to reach way back in memory to my gym days to figure out how I was going to handle you. Elbows down, right shoulder into the wall, figure four with a heel hook to follow. You thrust, I parry. I had to play every move in the game book with you. It was beautiful, and we danced our dance all of the way up to the anchors.
I've never met a wall like you, Sandstone. You have it all. Don't ever change.
Sweet Sandstone, that was fun. I had a good time. Thanks for dinner. Let's do this again. I'll call you....
don't call me.