These leather bracelets from Marc by Marc Jacobs are great gifts and at $7 a piece, quite a steal. The bands feature a metal plaque with a Latin phrase engraved on it. Some of the phrases are Internos (Between Us), Tibi, In Omne Tempus (For you, forever) and Da Tumamore, Ad Defendendum (Given in Love, for Protection). Whether you give these bracelets to a family member, significant other or friend, they will be great gifts that will last. These are available at Marc by Marc Jacobs stores.
You Sleigh Meby Michael Webb (www.TheRomantic.com)
Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells! Riding in a decorated sleigh is a fantastic winter experience that most people never get to do. Up until now.
If you want to take your sweetheart on an old fashioned sleigh ride, but can’t afford it (or can’t find one), here are some ways to improvise:
*Put some pine needles or a pine scented air freshener in the car
*Have a great mix of holiday music on hand to play in the tape
deck or CD player
*Get some battery-powered twinkle lights and decorate the vehicle
with them
*Bring along a thermos of hot chocolate
*If you can manage, find a “Santa” to chauffeur you two around to
see the Christmas lights
*Bring a warm blanket and roll down the windows (or the top of a
rented convertible)
*Hang some sleigh bells from the rearview mirror
When it comes to bad dates, let’s face it ladies . . . we all have a share-worthy story to tell! Tell us what went down on your worst date ever! Email your story to TrueLoveMagazine@yahoo.com. And don’t forget to check in every Wednesday for your dose of Worst Date Wednesday!
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A neighbor I’d been trying to attract invited me over for a one-on-one barbecue on his deck. I spent the day of our date shopping for the perfect, casual yet seductive, hot pink sundress. But by the time I’d showered, shaved, curled hair, and made up, a cool, early evening breeze blew in, so I tossed my favorite black, beaded cardigan on top.
Everything was going wonderfully as we sat at the outdoor table and sipped daiquiris, after eating juicy steaks sizzled on the grill. The setting sun beat down as the wind died, and I began to sweat, so I removed my cardigan, showing off my tan shoulders and back. Like a film siren, I tossed my wavy hair in a sultry gesture, then stretched back both hands, and flirtatiously twisted my hair up from the nape of my neck.
After several moments of indulging in this femininely alluring pose, I noticed, much to my horror, fuzzy lint—furry, little, black fibers from the sweater—stuck to my armpits. It looked like I hadn’t shaved in months! Mortified, I quickly and coolly lowered my arms, slouched back into the cardigan, and made an excuse to leave. I don’t know if my date noticed, since he never mentioned it, which puts him on my list as a very sweet guy. Maybe when the lingering embarrassment is over, I’ll borrow a cup of sugar.
—Jennifer Stanley, Michigan
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