I rather capture your heart and mind than catch your eye.-Melvin Davis


When you haven’t experienced a deeper level of love, physical attraction speaks in high volumes, and is first over the underlying important tangibles that sustain love. Love is more than just physical attraction. I’m not suggesting that it doesn’t matter. The reality is that good looks don’t always translate into love, faithfulness or respect. More often, it’s the opposite. When you experienced a deeper and greater depth of beauty in someone else, your definition and views of attraction expands. It changes and evolves into something more realistic, mature and meaningful.

A spiritual, soulful connection is more powerful than physical attraction. There’s something ethereal about a spiritual, soulful connection. Imagine looking at a book without words. The page is bare, yet you could feel something surging inside of you that sing the tune of your heart. And that escorts your spirit to tropical islands and into heavenly realms. You can’t see the words, yet you feel them. You can’t see the words, yet you see the image that’s being painted in your mind. It’s perfect. A masterpiece. A spiritual, soulful connection works the same way. You could sit in each other’s presence, and communicate without words; touch without holding hands, because the love that’s nettling you two closer together resides under the coat of your skin.

I rather capture a woman’s heart and mind, now to add, spirit than her eye. Physical attraction withers away everyday, and an unforeseen freak accident could happen. If I won her over good looks, well, there’s go her interest and the relationship. But if she found beauty in my heart, mind and spirit, I know she’ll stay. I’ve found a Proverbs 31 kind of woman.

Stay tuned for another upcoming short blog called The Beauty of Imperfections  


A Deeper Attraction


An Open Letter to My Future Wife


An Open Letter to My Future Wife


When Love Begins to Enter a Woman’s Heart

She pulled out a small manila envelope that was stuffed into the flower arrangement and took a seat on the front steps of the condo. Inside the envelope was a note:

“Dear Jennifer,

This was a wonderful night. Forgive me if things feel like they are moving too fast, but know that I’m not rushing you into anything. What I did tonight was genuine, sincere, and completely unconditional. You owe me nothing in return. However, what I’m starting to feel for you cannot be denied. I really like you. I enjoy your company and conversation. I think you’re a great woman with a beautiful spirit. I’m looking forward to how our friendship will evolve.

I hope you enjoyed your time with me as much as I did with you. Have a good night, Jennifer.


David Bradshaw.”

Jennifer lay the card down beside her. Words couldn’t describe how special David made her feel this night. She stared into the infinite black skies and saw stars flashing their brilliance across the universe. The moon was tucked amidst smoky, gray clouds that seemed to configure two hands clasped over one another. As her emotions began to push over the edge of losing control over herself, she cupped her hands over her mouth, and her vision became blurry. She felt the churning deep inside her again. It was the spirit of love cradling her into its hands, rocking her side to side. But fear was there too, just like it always was when she felt on the something special on the brink happening.


Because of Jennifer’s past, she’s trying hard to not get emotional, but she’s not winning this battle. Maybe if you opened your heart to the person God has in front of you, you may be able to feel again. 

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Chemistry, Conversation and Laughter is a Good Sign of What's to Come

For me, there’s nothing like good chemistry that stirs excitement and joy within you. Chemistry between you and someone is what open doors and windows to experience something anew and refreshing with someone. It’s a sign of a strong bond on the horizon. And when the opportunity presents itself to share some of your most memorable, funny or embarrassing moments of your childhood experiences, go for it. This is a moment to connect and relate, to learn and bond. There’s nothing like sharing good laugh with someone you’re fond of. The exchanging of personal experiences could draw you closer together, perhaps because of the similarities or what you can learn about each other’s different backgrounds, culture or family dynamics.

Here’s a bonding moment between David and Jennifer. David does something really clever that feathers Jennifer’s fancy. Personally, I really think that majority of women would appreciate David’s romantic, clever gesture. After running into her, unplanned for the third time, he finally gets her number at his charity event. As the night nears, David walks her to her car, and seats her inside. Seconds later, her phone rang. Its her mother calling. David waits patiently for Jennifer to get off the phone, and then walks off. I know what you’re thinking lol, but lets read below 😉

With the phone to her ear, Jennifer yelled after David. “I’m off the phone now. Sorry. So you’re not gonna say goodnight? Wait a sec. I think my mom is calling me back,” she heard her phone rang again and looked down.

“I’m not saying goodnight until I know that you’re safe and sound in bed,” he said on the other the end of the phone.

“Really clever, Mr. Bradshaw.”

“I’m going to stay on the phone with you until I know you’re safe and sound in bed.”

And David did just that. As they drove to their separate homes in their separate cars, they shared the most embarrassing moments of their lives over the phone. David told Jennifer about the time that he stood at the top of the stairway at church while his childhood pastor was giving the benediction. A friend pushed him from behind, and the sole of his shoe caught on the rug, so he wasn’t able to catch himself. He tumbled down the steps, crashing into a deacon and causing her to drop the communion tray on his head. The old lady’s underwear he saw under her dress gave him nightmares for years. Jennifer laughed hysterically, pleading for him to stop before she got into an accident.

In turn, she told David about the time she jumped up and grabbed the pull-up bar at elementary school.

“Everyone got a peek at the flowers on my underwear.”

“Talk about botanical. You showed everyone what you were working with, huh?” he joked, laughing just as uncontrollably as she was.

“Stop it, David. My stomach hurts. You’re so silly and mean.”

“Baby, I’m sweet and gentle,” he said, suddenly serious.

“That’s what they all say.”

They had a grand time chatting on the phone. It was as if they’d known each other for years. David felt like they were like two junior-high-school students who had crushes on each other and had finally mustered up the courage to talk to each other.

Jennifer arrived home before David. After she showered and was in bed, she called him back to make sure he’d made it home safely too. He was delighted that she returned the favor.

“Hey, I was wondering if we could get together this weekend,” she said. “I’d like to return the favor for the skim latte.”

“How nice of you. Let me get my calendar. Give me a sec.” He placed the phone on mute and shouted, “Yes!” pumping his fist in the air. He calmed himself down and clicked the mute button off. “OK, I have my calendar,” he said in his most assured voice.

“When would you like to get together?”

“Well, honey—excuse me, I meant, David. What was I thinking?” she cleared her throat.

“It’s all right. You can call me honey.”

“Umm, no. I don’t think so—yet. So, how about sometime this weekend?”

“I’m available.”

“OK. Let me double-check my calendar.”

David heard what sounded like pages ruffling. This went on for nearly fifteen seconds. “Jennifer, please stop pretending that you’re so busy. How many times are you going to flip through the month of May? Like seriously.”

“Be quiet. Just hold on, please,” she laughed. “Saturday evening at 5 works for me.”

“Great. Saturday evening it is. I’m gonna get some writing done before bed.”

“OK. Thanks for staying up with me. You’re such a nice guy. Goodnight.”

“Goodnight, Jennifer. I’ll give you a call tomorrow.”

“Oh, by the way, I read The Simplicity of Intimacy and The Breakfast Field. You’re such a talented writer. I think you’re just scratching the surface of your potential. You could be great, but that depends if you really wanna be. I believe in you, Mr. Bradshaw.”

“Wow,” David said, taken away by her encouraging and sincere words. “Thank you. I didn’t really think that you’d read my novels.”

“Don’t assume, Mr. Bradshaw. Well, get some rest. Happy writing, and goodnight.”


“Goodnight, Ms. Washington.”

David sat up in bed in a state of disbelief. He still had the phone pressed against his ear listening airwaves of love he felt coming his way. He felt a strong, magnetic connection to her—that there was a special bond forming between them, much like a friendship in the making. He’d recently realized this was something that he really wanted to have in his next relationship.

Do you see the chemistry that’s harnessing between David and Jennifer? And what about the exchanging of their experiences and the laughter they shared? Can you see the connection? And Jennifer does something that every man is moved by, of course if they’re ambitious. She believes in him. She encourages him.

Even the first lady of the United States believes that laughter is good. Here’s a quote from Michelle Obama:

“I think a lot of laughing,” the first lady said at a White House luncheon with reporters who asked about the Obamas’ union. “I think in our house we don’t take ourselves too seriously, and laughter is the best form of unity, I think, in a marriage. “So we still find ways to have fun together, and a lot of it is private and personal. But we keep each other smiling and that’s good,” she added. It also helps that Obama is “very romantic.”

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Chemistry, Conversation and Laughter is a Good Sign of What’s to Come


In this scene, Jennifer and her new acquaintance Samantha made reservations at a restaurant. To make use of their time, they decided to scroll around the mall. A conversation comes about “finding the one,” and “soul mates.”

“Isn’t this beautiful?” Samantha said, approaching Tiffany & Co. Stung by Samantha’s remark, Jennifer had decided to cool it with Samantha, but she was instantly awestruck when saw the huge, diamond-clustered, platinum ring on display. She got closer, nearly pressing her face against the window to see.

“It is,” Jennifer said in a low voice, tucking her words under the hope of marrying the man she’d yearned and prayed to be with.

“Ever plan to get married?” Samantha asked.

“I‘d love to get married,” Jennifer said with a mixture of optimism and defeat.

”You don’t sound too sure.”

“I would. Some day. I have no control over that,” Jennifer answered, turning her attention briefly to Samantha. “This time around, I’m no longer making decisions based solely on how I feel about someone. There must be a sign from heaven,” she said with strong conviction, returning her attention to the ring. “What I feel has to be beyond emotional,” she said solemnly. “Which I think I felt recently.”

“With David?” Samantha asked.

“Yes. When I first saw him last night, and this morning too. I felt something stirring within. Never felt that before, to be honest—kind of scared me. He felt it too. He told me this morning, but I didn’t let him know that I did. I was too scared.”

“Scared of what?” Asked Samantha.

“I don’t know.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about, but it sounds like you believe in soul mates.”

“I’m not sure,” Jennifer said, still staring at the ring. She pictured someone sliding that beautiful piece of jewelry onto her finger. “I thought my ex was my soulmate, but I was wrong. I guess having a deep connection with someone really doesn’t mean they’re your soulmate.”

“I don’t believe in those romantic theories—like soulmates,” said Samantha matter-of-factly. “You choose whoever you please.” She looked at Jennifer, who was still gazing at the ring. “Wanna try it on?”

“Uh, sure—couldn’t hurt.” Jennifer smiled sheepishly, and they went inside the store.

This time around, Jennifer is looking for something else beyond of what her emotions can tell her about someone or to determine if she’s found the one God set aside for her. I believe that many women (men too) face this dilemma.

Emotions come and go. They fluctuate. The move from hot to lukewarm to cold. One day, you’re really into someone, and the next day you aren’t. I believe when the time comes, when God prompts our heart to fully receive who he has in front of us, you’ll know.

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What Love Does To You

“Wow, David. This is beautiful. Is this yours?”

“No. A friend of mine owns it.”

As David walked around to the other side to open her car door, her heart took a snap shot of what could be. Jennifer began to see David blend into her life as a boyfriend, who had the potential of becoming a fiancé, with a forthcoming promise of being her husband.

“Jennifer,” David said with his hand extending out.

“I’m sorry, I was looking for something.”

“It’s okay,” he smiled with his eyes.

 Jennifer returned from the future, and latched on to David’s tight grip, and lifted herself out of the car, standing tall to the tip of her toes like a ballerina. They both looked deeply into other’s eyes—no words coming out of their mouths–only the silence in the space between them that spoke of a wonderful night unfolding before their eyes.

“Ready?” David kissed her hand.


What Love Looks Like When It Unfolds Naturally

A day befor this outing, Jennifer reassures David that they weren’t going out on a date, but the moment suggests otherwise. 

A crisp air swept off the riverfront, where white yachts and small boats assembled in front of the marina. Jennifer shivered, instinctively wrapping her arm around David’s waist to keep herself warm. She savored the muscular build and the warmth of his body against her lean petite frame. Being so caught up at work, and so focused on her dreams, she forgot how it felt to be this close to a man.

Inside of the Grace Mandarn Restaurant, night had fallen by the time they’d finished dinner. David laughed, leading Jennifer by the hand to a bench on the boardwalk in front of the marina.

“Jennifer, you are so funny. You sure you don’t wanna be a comedian instead?” he said after she told him about the time that she slipped and fell on stage at one of her high school theatre performances.

“I tried to warn you inside, but no—you didn’t wanna listen.”

“Ok, enough. I’m almost in tears now,” David said holding his stomach.

“Okay, I’ll quit,” she gradually rubbed his lower back.

“Thank you.”

They sat in silence, listening to the trickling of calming waters—both feeling a special moment birthing out the night. Jennifer rested her head against David’s shoulder, capturing the full moon. She solemnly confessed, unconsciously rubbing his hand.

 “This feels like a date.”

“Does it?” David pretended as if he didn’t feel the same way.

“It does. Everything seems so natural, so unforced.”

“I think it’s better that way,” David said looking down into her seraphic eyes, surrendering to a dreamy smile. “I mean, for things to be natural and unforced.” 


This is an excerpt from my novel Love Again. Hope you enjoyed!