Conversations About HER is a story of love told through narrative and poetry. Eric is the picture of success and happiness, or so it seems. He wants to offer HER the world, but finds that love and romance just won't go according to his plan. Out of frustration and disillusionment, Eric is faced with a decision as to the type of man he will allow himself to become. He values loyalty but soon finds that his charming persona, financial success and good looks have attracted other women who seem to treat him far better than the "HER" in his life. Romantic at heart, he wants to remain loyal to HER but the obstacles are making it increasingly difficult. With his heart on the line, will Eric fight to keep his decency or give in to temptation?
Barnes and Noble
Info About the book
loved HER. Romantic at heart, I only wanted to love her with all that I had. Show her that love could be real in her life. I just wanted to make her blush when I called on the phone. I wanted to surprise her with gifts that showed her how much I thought about and cared for her. I didn't expect anything from her but loyalty, appreciation and trust. That's all I needed. My fulfillment came from her happiness. I wanted to see love reflecting in her eyes, I wanted HER to be proud that she was with me. That's what makes this whole thing so difficult. Here I find myself perched on the edge of my bed in CK jockeys and black dress socks staring at a reprint of Picasso's The Rest hanging on the wall. Not really examining the picture but it has become my focal point as I try to decide whether to wear my black suit with the subtle pinstripes or to go with a dark gray suit for the evening. To the left of my feet that are firmly planted on the wooden floor are freshly buffered Kenneth Cole shoes that match either suit. I think I will go with the black suit. I have a date tonight. It's really a double date with my best friend and his wife. I should be happy, maybe even excited, but I'm not. I'm not even sure why I continue to go out on dates. I have become so disillusioned with love and romance that I no longer see the point of trying. Ok, at least that is what my heart tells me but the logical part of me keeps saying that it can't get much worse. And each time I think it can't get worse, guess what? Can you spell catastrophe? Hello, I am Eric Lawson and I am a romantic. No, I am not the sappy whiny type that says "you hang up first, no you hang up first, no you hang up first." It gives me a headache just thinking about that. No, I am not a soft cream puff that gets injured when trying to catch a football. No, I am not the one -dimensional type that is great for shopping but can't explain what "And One" means when watching a basketball game. To put it simply, I just enjoy, no let me correct that, I love bringing happiness to the object of my desire. I think of new ways to do it. I can imagine a million ways to make her smile everyday. My goal is simple. I want to overwhelm her emotions until butterflies and excitement cause her bones to shiver in disbelief. The kind of feeling you get when you are nervous and excited all at one time. The sensation that sits in your stomach right before something big happens. I want to create that sensation, everyday for eternity if I could. But there's a catch. I only want one woman to be the recipient of my everlasting attention. In my heart of hearts I truly believe that it is better to love one woman a thousand ways than to love a thousand women one way. A partner, that's what I want. Well, I should say, what I wanted. At this point, I am not so sure anymore.
"It is better to love one woman a thousand ways than to love a thousand women one way."