Things I Would Like to do with You this Evening.

Via on Aug 2, 2013

15 Things I Would Like to do with You this Evening.

hipster cabinRead the First, first: 10 Things I Would Like to do with You in the Woods. Read the Third, next: Things I Would Like to Remember about Yesterday. Now there’s a fourth: Things I would like to do with you in Time.


“O, then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do; They pray, grant thou…” ~ Romeo, to Juliet, upon first meeting. ~ William Shakespeare


I would like to ask you out.

I would ask you out to a play, or an outdoor concert, or a picnic—something old-fashioned and slow and private, but outside.

Let’s go to a play. You told me you’ve picked out your dress, it’s old. I have no idea what I’ll wear, and don’t care.

I do care about your face, and your walk, and your voice, and whether you read, and what. And that’s the point of going out. Getting to know. I want to know, among nine other things, whether you have the guts to do your own thing.

I would like to ask you out. “Yes.” But not romantically—you’re still not available, and I’m not sure. I was wounded, and while I’ve soaked and healed and cried and talked and dated…I’m a hardened young man, now, and no longer all so very young. I am not scarred: I am not scared of failure. But I am beaten, beaten, beaten like a sword in the fire. And as the smoke of karma has dispersed, I find that for the first time in my love life, sex is not a goal. Like a confettied champagne-soaked tickertape parade at the end of a great victory, I know it’ll come with, if the rest happens.

And I want to ride my invisible bicycle up to you, sitting on a bench.

The rest begins now, though it may end in the next moment. Or this moment. That’s how first and second dates are.

First dates are thin, eager, weak, sweet, young…full of real but ephemeral love. The tired heart warms again and, childlike, a naive hope of love buds up.

Second dates are a time to talk, a time to get to know—a time to see if the avocado soaked in clean water in a jam jar set on only two toothpicks in the warm sun will sprout. You have to wait two weeks, sometimes.

I’m too old for naive optimism. I’m too young to take myself too seriously.

I would like to take dance lessons with you, my hand on the small of your back. I’m good at laughing while learning and moving through crowds: a skill that comes in handy at festivals and parties and in leadership and in playing, as I did when I was a Beatle-headed boy with a stick, drawing lines in the rained mud so the streams of water would join or route this way or that. I used to spend hours saving the silly worms from blindly drowning in tiny puddles.

I would like to see how you dress: you like stripes, you like belts. You like silk, you like wool, you like cotton, cashmere, angora. And I would like to remember the color of your eyes before the dusk comes, and I would like to know whether to say your first name this way or that, and how to say your last name.

I would like to get to know you, more.

And if, in the dance of conversation and movement, we find ourselves swimming, cool jade saltwater, San Francisco-like moisture beneath the wide moon, then we may wish to embrace. But we won’t.

You like white, you like turquoise, you like buck-tanned boots.

Watching the play, I would like to be distracted by my desire to touch you. I would like to have to focus again and again on the actor’s rapid, dense language. This is no comedy, no romance. My desire for you now is curious, it is careful, it is the kind of romantic desire that leads great writers to write timeless poetry and poor writers to write sweet drivel. For there is no greater joy known to humankind than in first holding hands—except perhaps staving off the desire to do so.

And that may seem saccharine, but think: touching for the first time is the moment of, the passing from “you are a human and I am a human and there are thousands of millions of others like you and I” to “you are a human and I am human and we are us.” This is an intimate moment that, like smoke from clean Japanese incense, is easily dispersed by a wave of the hand. Fate or a brief moment of argument or a chilling of insecurity or a lapse of presence and the spark of our enjoyment of one another may cool. It has happened before. And no one wants cold; everybody wants warmth. But I can not hold your hand, not yet.

I want to know how many brothers or sisters you have, and are your old parents loving to you and one another, and how well do you love your friends, and how do you discuss ex-boyfriends who you still care for, or don’t care for, or like, or don’t like. And do you need drugs, legal or illegal, and why. And what music do you listen to, and a thousand other things like: your neck. Do you have integrity and an old soul, a mother’s wisdom, and yet do you smile readily, like the jump of a deer, startled!

And I want to read your thank you card. And I want to read your thoughts and fall in love too much for just a moment. Then I pull the reins back in. I will pass along your Mason jar of pickled beets to my friends who joined us (so rare and thoughtful of you), and I want to eat the other red gift, the one that is for me.

I want to see you from the right, and from the left. You prefer your left side. I prefer both (good god). I want to keep my mind and desire at bay: beauty demands focus, early on. Later, one can relax into it, as I do when it’s snowing and I’ve had a long day and I sink into my hot tub with an aaaaaaah, and I’ve brought fresh coffee out with me if it’s sunny or cold local gin if it’s dark and I drink the first too quickly or I sip the secondly too slowly and yet I savor either as I do so. My cowboy hat keeps the snowflakes off of my wrinkled New Yorker, in which two of the articles are good enough to frame and put up on a wall where I might reread them, forever, and others might enjoy them when they stop by for some reason and wait in my entrance because they don’t want to take their shoes off.

I would like to want you, but I do not know you, and I finally no longer want what I do not know. It’s true: I do not want you. I haven’t even thought of opening and kissing you and bending, holding and rocking you. I have thought (The Buddha’s Heart Sutra)…I have always thought (and I am well aware that my thoughts are form, and empty, and luminous if seen as such) of your hair, your bow and arrow, your eyes, your hammer or saw, your pen or laptop, and your style, and your wide white smile, and your handwriting. Your words make me want to savor you. I’ve always been a champion for elegance.

I would like to slowly walk back to my house. I will kiss you good night, chastely, on the cheek, holding your left shoulder with my right hand. Later, not now, I would like to know (and if not, I would like to be true friends, and that would be a gift, too).


“Some may think only to marry, other will tease and tarry, mine is the very best parry—Cupid he rules us all.” 


I would like to daydream. And I would like to fly to you and with you. I would like to learn to surf and wear very little for a long time with you. I would like to jump off a modest cliff over a lake in the old green country with you, and dogpaddle and dry off. I would like to go to book readings with you, and wear white with you. And I would like to admire your stripes and literary sadness…and even grow old with you, and live in a proud yellow house and a humble cabin and I would like to raise ten children, or twelve, or three. With you.

I’m an excellent Uncle to many, and will make an excellent father, and a strong but silly, and almost-always patient husband. I’ll make a generous success of myself. And I’ll make a tireless, charming, stubborn public servant when my sideburns turn white and my eyes crinkle in the sun (like Tony this morning, the old lonely friendly widower on the mountain lookout who remembers when they put in the first stoplight).

I can promise a busy life, with peaceful moments. And a warm one, and a hard one, full of true lessons.

I would not like to: argue, but to debate; I want not to push you, but to be encouraged by you; I want not to be bored of you, but to laugh at myself. I want to walk behind you, closely following your golden shoulders and pregnant mind..

“Ooh, stay open…”

I would not like to: think about my walking, but to be present. I want to nearly forget to plan to go on future dates together, so lost are we together, but then to go to new old plays and have future unexpected roofs and times of discord and degradation of integrity only serve to highlight our woolen, cozy, romantic friendship within a summer fort.

“I wanna make this play…”

I would like to remember…how my voice grows soft around you. My soft voice surprises me, but not you, for you do not know my normal voice. I would like you to remember…your kindness surprises me: I am used to new friends and lovers feeling small around my whirlwind, soon beginning to tear at me for a superiority that I do not claim.

I want not to want…no more, but to have…and to let go. The beets are delicious, this time of year.

I would like to see you.

Time takes from us, all of us—but it enables us to enjoy what we have, too.


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About Waylon Lewis

Waylon Lewis, founder of elephant magazine, now & host of Walk the Talk Show with Waylon Lewis, is a 1st generation American Buddhist “Dharma Brat." Voted #1 in U.S. on twitter for #green two years running, Changemaker & Eco Ambassador by Treehugger, Green Hero by Discovery’s Planet Green, Best (!) Shameless Self-Promoter at Westword's Web Awards, Prominent Buddhist by Shambhala Sun, & 100 Most Influential People in Health & Fitness 2011 by "Greatist", Waylon is a mediocre climber, lazy yogi, 365-day bicycle commuter & best friend to Redford (his rescue hound). His aim: to bring the good news re: "the mindful life" beyond the choir & to all those who didn't know they gave a care. | | | | | Google+ For more: publisherelephantjournalcom



73 Responses to “Things I Would Like to do with You this Evening.”

  1. Claudia says:

    Who wrote this deliciousness?

  2. Michael says:

    wonderful. I confess that I cried.

  3. Thank you for these honied words of perfect viscosity.

  4. elephantjournal says:

    A few FB comments:
    KC: i cant get enough of this!!!

    Elephant Journal aw thanks, you!
    Lisa N Beautiful!

    Ava G Who would have ever left you has not understood what love is

    Elephant Journal well, none of us can live a chapter, we're all books!
    Angie O I have to sleep now.

    Elephant Journal I have that effect on women?
    Trace D …lovely! better than the first! romantic prose, Shakespearean delight, SO romantic, expressive, curiously interesting, thought provoking, endearing… giggling sweetly like it was written to me. great writing!!

    Vickie Lynn

    Bonnie S Steve……get some depth to yourself It's a heartfelt article, if you can't identify with it maybe you need to "grow a pair"
    Steve A Dude. Grow a pair. If you stopped whining maybe you'd have a chance.
    Waylon: honestly, I keep saying, but you should really write a book. Your inspiring words would move thousands of men, and women, and children. C'here and hug me, brau.

    Georgia M This whole thread you've written, Waylon has made me thirsty for love. Perfect pros. Please write more.

    Ashwin K What many perceive to be naïve and innocent beauty, but in essence is what it all comes down to…

    Kathy F Absolutely beautiful Waylon-

    Laurel H a lovely read for my early morning solitude…

    Macushla H for the romantics in us all!

    Raquel E love

    Tracy L So far away

  5. Yana Yushkina says:

    So heartbreakingly beautiful I’m not sure I have the right words to express the whirlwind of emotions it evokes. Today I was thinking about love, and all it’s manifestations, and how complicated it is, and not like Disney ever told it would be. This story fit right in.

  6. I read this more than once. Because everyone out there who read it wishes it was written for them. And then acted out. You had me at "let's go to a play."

  7. Alexandra says:

    When I write like that's like giving birth…even though I haven't had children HA! Beautiful….So Beautiful ~ Thank You~

  8. Alexandra says:

    That has always been my favorite film and I have those images ( even on my match profile)! Can't help it… I Love Love~

  9. Alissia says:

    Really just beautifully written! Loved it!

  10. SBH says:

    A really lovely piece of writing, thank you for it.
    A few folks are bitching about elephant not being free.. I subscribe and also left a tip of the "love this" variety – am happy to swap out my medium coffee for a small tomorrow :) this article was worth more than a few ounces of coffee.

  11. There is a romantic side that was unleashed by a love such as this and now I have lost that love but do not regret a moment of its sweetness despite the bitterness of having lost the dream. Your words brought tears to my eyes and flickers of a lost dream to my heart. Beautiful.

  12. andeejo says:

    you seem to be doing this a lot lately… but i love this one even more than the last. i'm really glad thoughts like this exist somewhere. about someone. from someone. about dialogue and desire to understand. and you did make me cry (thanks to michael up there i'm not the only one yay!), but it was because of so many things that you evoked that i'm just happy to read it and that others loved it too… nicely done, i adore writing like this. :)

  13. Karyn says:

    I would have you in a heartbeat 😉

  14. A.Yeshuratnam says:

    It's all foolishness. Imaginary experiences just to get money from the gullible.

  15. Carly P. says:

    Words cannot express the gratitude I feel towards you writing this post. My heart is bursting with possibility and reminded of the abundance that is ever present in the world. This is a much needed reminder as I am in the middle of ending a thirteen year relationship with my college sweetheart–a relationship that I allowed to slowly over time strip away most of my romantic notions about love. This post reminds me of all that is beautiful and sweet in the world, and that the type of connections I desire exist. In love & gratitude, Carly

  16. CAL says:

    Jennifer White & Karyn beat me to EXACTLY the way I responded to this article. Damn. Some very LUCKY woman is out there when you two connect!

  17. KatarinaMandarina says:

    I have never ever read something more romantic and mindful at the same time ! It is like my heart would have written this – you really connected to a higher source while writing this Mr. I honor and vow to your light <3 many many thanks for your words and inspiration.

  18. Su Ping says:

    Beautiful. Heart-opening. Thank you for sharing part of your soul. Now go find that gorgeous woman and bring it to fruition. :)

  19. Eva says:

    Wow. Just beautiful. I hope there is someone out there who wants to do these things with me….

  20. Joanna says:

    This was absolutely mesmerizing…it flowed like milk and honey through me and re-sparked the shimmering, burnished hope that I will find someone someday who will feel and write like this just for me. I will return the divine favor to him as best I can…

    With gratitude~~Joanna

  21. Bowen says:

    I think you might be pushing to get it all done in an evening! But may all you dare to dream come to pass :-)

  22. Wow. The most beautiful combination of words I’ve read in a long time!

  23. Erica Leibrandt Erica says:

    This is some serious writing. I'd be suffused with jealousy if I wasn't so evolved. Okay, I'm a little jealous. Keep making great art, Way.

  24. carissa says:

    Mr. Lewis- Your many posts along these same lines are surely attracting the right attention…so, vulnerable. Yet. FUNNY, some how. Cheese-factor high. Which, of course, makes it all the more adorable. Sending you more "may you find what you seek" energy.

  25. Candace Magnuson says:

    Despite my contentment a gush of longing welled up and rippled through me. Thanks for the experience.
    In return, you've rode by that bench countless times but this time you look and see beauty with a kind smile and eyes sparkling with knowing humor.

  26. Kate says:

    Wow. This is a most beautiful piece, Waylon. The best, most beautiful thing I have read in some time. Thank you! <3

  27. Lorrie. says:

    That is a beautiful collection of words. I want to remember to find it and read it again always.

  28. I love this and that it took me right back to first meetings and gave me that feeling of first love loveliness. I also love that others writing can take you back to your own memories and how that shows the commonality and truth of those human experiences and yet each one is also uniquely your own as well.

    There are some amazing writers on Elephant journal. I am inspired to write more and write better and deeper. So thank you.


  29. And Samurai Calenthestics (is that how I spell it!?) sounds like I need to get me some of that! 😉

  30. Judy says:

    Evokes the right space — rooting for you to find someone to meet you there! It's kind of tricky for you, because the intensity and depth you want in life tends to be really hard to deal with when it goes astray…you know, it becomes really nuts when it's out of tune. But luckily you are almost-always patient, and can wait for the right harmony! I can so picture you as part of a super fun, loving family — even seems like you'd be a great stepfather. That's just what I picture for some reason…so, in case you know anyone with a small boy, you might take this as a sign to ask her out! Haha…I'm almost-always impatient, unfortunately, and I'm ready for the next episode, but I guess you better not blog about your dates as they happen…might scare her off.

  31. Suzi says:

    This is the most romantic writing I have ever read. I could read a book of this. I want to frame it. And place it on my wall "….to reread, forever."

    Thank you for sharing such a beautiful thing.

  32. Aleyshia says:

    Sending you such a warm open-hearted hug!! These words sparked my heart and made me
    flutter! Ohhhh ROMANCE and BIG love!! MUAH. MUAH.

  33. L Dwye says:

    I absolutely devoured this.. word for word.. it's probably the most intricate intertwining of feelings expressed on paper that I have ever read… I would honestly give anything to be with a man who would write and express this to me.. it's stunning, heartfelt, raw, emotional and just "beautiful"… Thank you so much..

  34. Kristin Althea kma says:

    Perfection. Thank you. <3

  35. Melissa says:

    huh. wow.

  36. Stacey says:

    Awe the beauty and possibilities of new love! The surprises you find on Facebook when you are up too late! Thanks for sharing and sweet dreams to us al. . .

  37. Jacinta says:

    Wow, I agree with Jennifers comment :) Beautiful, lyrical, funny, romantic, vulnerable… If everything is just an illusion , then you already have what you desire. And we’ve all been blessed & affected by this beautiful cosmic consciousness :) Thanks for sharing !

  38. Kristin Althea KA says:

    Every time you repost this a little part of me dances and a little part of my heart breaks from the weight of this beauty. Thank you, again, for going syrupy sweet. It is necessary. <3

  39. Alex Myles alex says:

    Things I would like to do with you this evening……
    All I want to do is sit in my wingback armchair with my pipe and robe and Redford and read the New Yorker and drink scotch by my roaring fire, in a hot tub
    (apart from smoking a pipe!) :)

  40. Muff says:

    Please, do ride your invisible bike up to me, (I will smile). This moment begins now. I am dressed simply and softly, my skin longing your desired touch. Your laugh is a melodie that inspires my heart. I dance in circles to the whispers of your heart beat. Play this wonderful game, my mind is yours to pleasure. Promises I never do, I am in this moment so with you. Bisous

  41. Renee says:

    My heart read this and remembered. Thank you.

  42. Jenna B. Wiser says:

    Gorgeous!! Beautifully written. Poetic.

    But we will be together and experience everything in time!!

  43. Kris says:

    Moving…beautiful. Sad…because it is impossible. Thank you

  44. Teresa says:


    It all depends on your belief.

  45. auredhead says:

    Wow. I want to meet such a man.

  46. Angela says:

    This post makes my heart happy :) Thank you! I hope you've found your One :)

  47. Trish Kaminski says:

    I absolutely LOVE this; all of them! Reading these is always a wonderful experience. That song! It's now one of my favorites. Every time I read these, I find myself falling in love with love, with my husband, all over again. Thank you for these. <3

  48. I will pack these words into a trusty rucksack and travel. I will take them to glistening constellations, arctic tundras and mossy rocks. I will open my rucksack, throw them into the air and let them rain on me. I will become wet with their glory and I will glisten with their delicate glow. Words like these need an adoring and safe place to glide through the universe. I’ll protect them for you. Thank you for giving them to me.

  49. olveraferrara says:

    I love every "Things I want to do with You (…)" post. I want to be brave and feel this way about someone. Brave and lucky, to stumble into someone like this. Purposefully willing to love life and love, love, love.

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