Plan to spend a whole afternoon together and explore the sights your city has to offer like one of those annoying out-of-towners!!! Check out a museum, visit a park, take a tour, go to the top of the tallest building for a view, see a sight! It's all too often that we are so wrapped up in or day-to-day lives that we forget that there are many things to see and do in our very own backyards (that we pay taxes to maintain, mind you) and only tourists are the ones who generally enjoy them and don't take them for granted.
Again, to make the best out of "Tourist Day" be sure to have the Planned Spontaneity rule on your side. Do some research and find several things to see/do and the transportation choices between each (on foot, car, bus, train, flying dragon, etc.). Then, once you've got your choices down, ask your mate/date what he/she is in the mood for, and adjust your plan accordingly. Maybe she doesn't want to be outside on a hot day = inside activity. Maybe he wants to do something somewhat active = walk through park. Just let the clues and circumstances be your guide.
Tip Bonus: If and when you do something touristy, ham it up by buying a small, cheesy, yet meaningful, souvenir to commemorate the event. This is best achieved if purchased without the recipient's knowledge...whether beforehand, or if you excuse yourself to go to the restroom or something...you get the idea! A little something for the shrine maybe? Hmmm...
Friday, June 3, 2011
Thursday, June 2, 2011
Tip # 21: Make it Look Effortless
A very important key component in the "Art of Romance" is to make it look all too easy...while, in reality, you give yourself a moderate to high level of difficulty in doing so. Actually, this tip coincides with Tip # 8 (Planned Spontaneity) and is governed by Tip # 20 (The Master List).
The secret to making every and any romantic gesture seem effortless and spontaneous is careful planning, research, and timing while never divulging the time, energy, and/or money it took to execute said gesture.
Sure, everyone naturally seeks instant gratitude and acknowledgement for the extent to which one will go to please their loved one...it's all too tempting to say: "Whew! You have no idea what I went through to find/get you these/those______________!!!" for a positive response in return. But, a true romantic, like a skilled magician or illusionist, will never reveal his or her secrets or techniques, thus leaving the recipient in absolute awe, no matter how simple or elaborate the romantic endeavor may be!
The idea behind this is to create an air of mysticism and fantasy about yourself and your relationship, thus making yourself more fascinating and alluring toward your object of desire. ABBACADABRA!!! *poof*
Wedding Pictures - Part I
The reception room
Chachkies on the tables
More chachkies on the tables
The simple, yet elegant wedding cake
Wednesday, June 1, 2011
Tip # 20: The Master List
Whether you log it in a Word.doc on your computer or scribble it on a used bar napkin, you must keep a list of your paramour's vital stats and info! Acquiring and and all information to be categorized is no easy task...sometimes it will be public and offered knowledge, and sometimes you will need to interrogate certain friends and family members to gain the intell you are seeking. The trick here is to make it look effortless. This is not impossible, mind you, and the Master List should always be growing, changing, and evolving!
The preliminary information you should be taking note of and will need to be databased is as follows:
Bonus Tip: If you and your lover should ever break off your relationship, no matter who dumped who, for cathartic reasons you will then take a printed/written and original copy of the Master List...neatly fold it into an envelope...and then set fire to it, thus releasing your bond to that person! Sweet, no?
If anyone has any additional categories to add to the simple Master List above, please feel free to share with the class via a comment!!!
The preliminary information you should be taking note of and will need to be databased is as follows:
- Date of Birth
- Place of Birth
- Size of Family (alive/away/dead)
- Names of Immediate Family Members
- Level of Education
- Schools Attended (high school/college)
- Any Significant Dates
- Allergies
- Dietary Needs
- Medical Issues/History
- Favorite Color
- Favorite Metal (gold, silver, or other)
- Favorite Gem Stone
- Favorite Movie
- Favorite Book/Author
- Favorite Movie/Actor/Actress
- Favorite Song/Band
- Favorite Television Show
- Favorite Season
- Favorite Animal
- Favorite Pet (dog/cat/snake/bat/etc.)
- Favorite Drink
- Favorite Dish/Cuisine
- Favorite Anything Else
- Dress Size
- Pant Size (waist/length)
- Shoe Size
- Shirt size
- Tee-Shirt Size
- Ring Size (for when things get serious)
- Hat Size
- Intimate Apparel Sizes
- Any Other Sizes You Need to Know
- Any Dislikes
- Etc., Etc., Etc.
Bonus Tip: If you and your lover should ever break off your relationship, no matter who dumped who, for cathartic reasons you will then take a printed/written and original copy of the Master List...neatly fold it into an envelope...and then set fire to it, thus releasing your bond to that person! Sweet, no?
If anyone has any additional categories to add to the simple Master List above, please feel free to share with the class via a comment!!!
Tuesday, May 31, 2011
Article: What a Wonderful Day for a Wedding!
On the sun drenched evening of Saturday, May 28th, it was my distinct pleasure and honor to officiate the marriage between Goth scene friends, Rebecca and Mauricio (names have not been changed to protect the guilty). But before I delve into the main event, allow me to give you a bit of back-story about…well…about me!
I was first approached by Rebecca, two weeks prior, with the intimate request of officiating at their all-too-soon-to-be wedding ceremony and reception. Initially, to be honest, I declined the offer as soon as I received it. For, you see and must understand, public speaking is not my strong point and even boarders on the line of a phobia (I’m much more eloquent with the written word). And while it is true that you will see me interacting and socializing with many people (as long as I want to converse with them) it is usually done on an individual basis or in a small group setting…I generally avoid a large audience like a vampire avoids sunlight! However, as of late, I have been striving to push myself past those boundaries and forcing myself into more public displays in the effort to continuously better myself (prep work toward my “best feature length documentary” Academy Award acceptance speech, you understand). For example, just around the time of Rebecca’s request, I attended a second showing of my actress friend’s (and friendly neighborhood dispenser of yummy Pinot Grigio and cup full of ice at the W hotel in Times Square – my favorite Day-Crawler watering hole) amazing off-off Broadway production of “The Greenwich Village Follies” (go see it! You will laugh your ass off and learn a thing or two about the Greenwich Village’s history. Moreover, there’s a great number about Edgar Allen Poe's The Tell Tale Heart in it!) in which I volunteered to play a small role as Peter Stuyvesant in an “audience participation” sort of matter. It was a lot of fun, but then again, I knew what was to be expected…full improvisation is a ways away from now for me.
So, after giving it some thought, and advising my family that I will not be working the very busy pre-theater seating on the Saturday night of Memorial Day weekend at my Family’s (ungrateful) restaurant, I hurriedly returned Rebecca’s email to inform her that I do, indeed, accept! I mean, shaky hands and sweaty brow aside, how many times does one person (other than a priest, rabbi, and/or any other religious or spiritual figurehead, judge, sea captain, etc.) get the chance to officiate a wedding in their lifetime, right? This was something I wanted to do; something I had to do; something I needed to do! And so, with a click of a “send” button my fate, and promise, was sealed!
Within the two weeks that followed, Rebecca and Mauricio finalized and wrote out my speech, their vows, and all the other intricate details of their minimalistic, yet highly stylized and well thought-out wedding. And so, exactly one week past the much anticipated judgment day came and went, we gathered in a loft space on the 14th floor of the building located at 320 West 37th Street, in Manhattan, in the late afternoon. To tell you the truth, from the outside, on 37th Street, the building resembles nothing more than the other hundred pre-war textile factory buildings that litter the fashion district. However, as the 1960’s styled elevator grinds to the 14th floor after a tedious fight against gravity, one is greeted by a sublime, stark white room with windows exposed to the North, South, and especially toward the West, offering a grand view of the Hudson River and a stunning sunset, if weather permitted…like this day! Let me just add…there was A LOT OF SUNLIGHT!!!
The décor was sparse, yet fantastically quaint. Mauricio and Rebecca had hunted all over to find these sprawling tree branches and hung several intertwined bunches from the ceiling fixtures, to which they had jewel cut colored glass and other objects either hung or perched from the limbs (more on those later). On the dining tables, and peppered throughout the room, the wedding couple displayed various chachkies that held a sweet summer Victorian flare with maybe a hint of Steampunk aesthetic…think: the “By the Sea”/beach number from Tim Burton’s Sweeney Todd film film (check out this “remake” of the scene on Youtube – it’s very clever!)…but with more daintiness. Of course Rebecca and Mauricio both looked stunning and aglow with love...but we'll let the photos (coming soon) demonstrate that! The room was still bathed in the light of the setting sun, filtered through delicate white curtains that surrounded the room, by the time we got started, and the beams of solar daggers stung at my nape as I positioned myself on the spot where I was to deliver my “sermon.” My preference for pitch black curtains drawn close and candlelight (Hey…after all this wasn’t my wedding) was soon refreshed by an onslaught and counter attack of pure air conditioning power! Let me just say that out of all of mankind’s inventions, refrigeration and air conditioning is, by far, the best! I don’t give a bat’s ass if we got to the moon...it only demystified the moon! Just keep me cool in my black clothes on a hot summer day and I’m as content as maggot in a fresh corpse!!!
In my handy/dandy-trusty/wusty leather-bound notebook I had printed out and glued the passages that I was meant to read. I read and re-read them over and over...not in the attempt to memorize them (that's also a long ways off for me), but rather to familiarize myself with the text well enough as to not piddle all over myself in my skinny pants (Ha! Remember that flashback scene in All That Jazz in the strip club? Something like that, but not quite...) as I read off the lines! At one point my strategy is to read off the lines slowly and poignantly...taking inspiration from any and every speech president Barack Obama ever gave...or Tuvok from Star Trek: Voyager...slow and stoic like!
Here are some of the passages:
"Family, friends, loved ones of the bride and groom, we convene this evening to witness, support, and participate in an ancient social custom that predates our written histories, wherein two lovers step forward to declare their commitments and to be ever-after known as belonging to each other.
"Ready to declare themselves partners in life, sharers of responsibility, co-bearers of burden, and benefactors of each joy, success, and every subsequent happiness the pains of hard work, tedium, and sometimes agonizing near-failure will bring, our loved ones Rebecca and Mauricio have stepped forward to make their promises and to bind themselves to one another... and then we will eat, drink and dance!
"We will begin with two readings that speak of the passions of bride and groom."
At this point, two of the bride and groom's friends read out lovely passages, which I don't rightly recall since I was in a "zone." After the passages were said, I instructed Mauricio and Rebecca to read their vows to eactother. Both of them were full of emotion and love. So much so that Rebecca starting tearing up and choking a bit on her word in the middle of her vows, but she pulled through like a pro! Wait!...that didn't come out right...she's not a professional bride or anything...well, you get the idea! We were all quite "virginal" when it came to all of this!
To conclude the vows, I added:
"Like the star, may your love burn brightly...like the stone, may your love be firm...and like the Oceans, may your love run deep! Fear not and trust in one another, lest the ways or words of the unenlightened give you unease."
I then asked for the rings and read off these wonderful words:
"Legend speaks of the vena amoris, the bloodline running directly from the fourth finger to the heart where the soul and the will are housed, and the continuous circle of a ring, its open center representing a door to the unknown.
"The ancient Egyptians believed that placing a ring on the fourth finger of one’s beloved would hold in her affections, preventing desire from escaping her body. Romantic… in a creepy, possessive sort of way.
"It is now an accepted custom that a ring worn on the fourth finger is a symbol of commitment to the vows of matrimony.
"Mauricio and Rebecca will exchange matching rings, representative of shared purpose, bound together by love and promises, and solidified with a single kiss."
At this point they both took the rings from my hand and nervously slipped it onto the other's fourth finger. It was so cute...they were so nervous, so caught up in the moment, that they forgot about the kiss part, and I had to remind them on the spot...classic wedding moment!
I then ended the ceremony with:
"Now, please join me in congratulating Rebecca & Mauricio and wishing them the best in the next chapter of their lifes’ adventures. Let us celebrate!!!"
And with jubilant appluase all was over! The next thing I knew I was at the bar having an ice filled glass of white wine and drank it as fast as any other self-respecting naughty priest would!
Soon, a small, yet very tasty and light buffet was offered to the guests, and I stayed to enjoy a nibble or two with some mutual friends. During this time we were given these brown paper cut-outs in the shape of a long leaf with a string at one end, along with some pens, and were instructed to write some wishes or words to the bride and groom, and to then hang the leaves on the ends of the branches found about the room. What a fantastic idea, I thought to myself! I soon had my creative juices flowing! While everyone was pondering over their words like they were suddenly handed over a pop S.A.T. exam, I was feverishly scribbling away these following lines:
"May the winds of love push that sails of your marriage to reach the distant and magical shores of your lives together." ~ Sir William Welles
As I left the reception early to return to my family's restaurant in time for the 2nd seating, I thought in immediate hindsight and I discovered that it really wasn't all that bad, and was over with rather quickly...and this was due to a wee bit of enlightenment that washed over me mere moments before the ceremony was to begin and actually settled my anxiety.
My enlightening moment was this: Everyday of my life I choose to look how I look, to wear what I wear, and to behave as I behave...and sure enough I get judged and labeled hundreds, if not thousands, of times by complete strangers as I make my way through my day & night in this world...and, other than if I made a complete fool of myself, I really don't care what these unimportant people think of me, I'm never going to see them again! So why should this be any different? Suddenly I didn't care what the entire room thought of me or my delivery...the only two people who were important in that room, and to whom I had to do right by, were Rebecca and Mauricio!
And to those two very important people in that room, on a sunny May Saturday afternoon, I wish them a liftime of love and happiness, and to once again thank them from the bottom of my cold, dark heart for this wonderful opportunity and honor!!!
See you in the Dark!
Sir William Welles
P.S.: Photos to come soon!!!
I was first approached by Rebecca, two weeks prior, with the intimate request of officiating at their all-too-soon-to-be wedding ceremony and reception. Initially, to be honest, I declined the offer as soon as I received it. For, you see and must understand, public speaking is not my strong point and even boarders on the line of a phobia (I’m much more eloquent with the written word). And while it is true that you will see me interacting and socializing with many people (as long as I want to converse with them) it is usually done on an individual basis or in a small group setting…I generally avoid a large audience like a vampire avoids sunlight! However, as of late, I have been striving to push myself past those boundaries and forcing myself into more public displays in the effort to continuously better myself (prep work toward my “best feature length documentary” Academy Award acceptance speech, you understand). For example, just around the time of Rebecca’s request, I attended a second showing of my actress friend’s (and friendly neighborhood dispenser of yummy Pinot Grigio and cup full of ice at the W hotel in Times Square – my favorite Day-Crawler watering hole) amazing off-off Broadway production of “The Greenwich Village Follies” (go see it! You will laugh your ass off and learn a thing or two about the Greenwich Village’s history. Moreover, there’s a great number about Edgar Allen Poe's The Tell Tale Heart in it!) in which I volunteered to play a small role as Peter Stuyvesant in an “audience participation” sort of matter. It was a lot of fun, but then again, I knew what was to be expected…full improvisation is a ways away from now for me.
So, after giving it some thought, and advising my family that I will not be working the very busy pre-theater seating on the Saturday night of Memorial Day weekend at my Family’s (ungrateful) restaurant, I hurriedly returned Rebecca’s email to inform her that I do, indeed, accept! I mean, shaky hands and sweaty brow aside, how many times does one person (other than a priest, rabbi, and/or any other religious or spiritual figurehead, judge, sea captain, etc.) get the chance to officiate a wedding in their lifetime, right? This was something I wanted to do; something I had to do; something I needed to do! And so, with a click of a “send” button my fate, and promise, was sealed!
Within the two weeks that followed, Rebecca and Mauricio finalized and wrote out my speech, their vows, and all the other intricate details of their minimalistic, yet highly stylized and well thought-out wedding. And so, exactly one week past the much anticipated judgment day came and went, we gathered in a loft space on the 14th floor of the building located at 320 West 37th Street, in Manhattan, in the late afternoon. To tell you the truth, from the outside, on 37th Street, the building resembles nothing more than the other hundred pre-war textile factory buildings that litter the fashion district. However, as the 1960’s styled elevator grinds to the 14th floor after a tedious fight against gravity, one is greeted by a sublime, stark white room with windows exposed to the North, South, and especially toward the West, offering a grand view of the Hudson River and a stunning sunset, if weather permitted…like this day! Let me just add…there was A LOT OF SUNLIGHT!!!
The décor was sparse, yet fantastically quaint. Mauricio and Rebecca had hunted all over to find these sprawling tree branches and hung several intertwined bunches from the ceiling fixtures, to which they had jewel cut colored glass and other objects either hung or perched from the limbs (more on those later). On the dining tables, and peppered throughout the room, the wedding couple displayed various chachkies that held a sweet summer Victorian flare with maybe a hint of Steampunk aesthetic…think: the “By the Sea”/beach number from Tim Burton’s Sweeney Todd film film (check out this “remake” of the scene on Youtube – it’s very clever!)…but with more daintiness. Of course Rebecca and Mauricio both looked stunning and aglow with love...but we'll let the photos (coming soon) demonstrate that! The room was still bathed in the light of the setting sun, filtered through delicate white curtains that surrounded the room, by the time we got started, and the beams of solar daggers stung at my nape as I positioned myself on the spot where I was to deliver my “sermon.” My preference for pitch black curtains drawn close and candlelight (Hey…after all this wasn’t my wedding) was soon refreshed by an onslaught and counter attack of pure air conditioning power! Let me just say that out of all of mankind’s inventions, refrigeration and air conditioning is, by far, the best! I don’t give a bat’s ass if we got to the moon...it only demystified the moon! Just keep me cool in my black clothes on a hot summer day and I’m as content as maggot in a fresh corpse!!!
In my handy/dandy-trusty/wusty leather-bound notebook I had printed out and glued the passages that I was meant to read. I read and re-read them over and over...not in the attempt to memorize them (that's also a long ways off for me), but rather to familiarize myself with the text well enough as to not piddle all over myself in my skinny pants (Ha! Remember that flashback scene in All That Jazz in the strip club? Something like that, but not quite...) as I read off the lines! At one point my strategy is to read off the lines slowly and poignantly...taking inspiration from any and every speech president Barack Obama ever gave...or Tuvok from Star Trek: Voyager...slow and stoic like!
Here are some of the passages:
"Family, friends, loved ones of the bride and groom, we convene this evening to witness, support, and participate in an ancient social custom that predates our written histories, wherein two lovers step forward to declare their commitments and to be ever-after known as belonging to each other.
"Ready to declare themselves partners in life, sharers of responsibility, co-bearers of burden, and benefactors of each joy, success, and every subsequent happiness the pains of hard work, tedium, and sometimes agonizing near-failure will bring, our loved ones Rebecca and Mauricio have stepped forward to make their promises and to bind themselves to one another... and then we will eat, drink and dance!
"We will begin with two readings that speak of the passions of bride and groom."
At this point, two of the bride and groom's friends read out lovely passages, which I don't rightly recall since I was in a "zone." After the passages were said, I instructed Mauricio and Rebecca to read their vows to eactother. Both of them were full of emotion and love. So much so that Rebecca starting tearing up and choking a bit on her word in the middle of her vows, but she pulled through like a pro! Wait!...that didn't come out right...she's not a professional bride or anything...well, you get the idea! We were all quite "virginal" when it came to all of this!
To conclude the vows, I added:
"Like the star, may your love burn brightly...like the stone, may your love be firm...and like the Oceans, may your love run deep! Fear not and trust in one another, lest the ways or words of the unenlightened give you unease."
I then asked for the rings and read off these wonderful words:
"Legend speaks of the vena amoris, the bloodline running directly from the fourth finger to the heart where the soul and the will are housed, and the continuous circle of a ring, its open center representing a door to the unknown.
"The ancient Egyptians believed that placing a ring on the fourth finger of one’s beloved would hold in her affections, preventing desire from escaping her body. Romantic… in a creepy, possessive sort of way.
"It is now an accepted custom that a ring worn on the fourth finger is a symbol of commitment to the vows of matrimony.
"Mauricio and Rebecca will exchange matching rings, representative of shared purpose, bound together by love and promises, and solidified with a single kiss."
At this point they both took the rings from my hand and nervously slipped it onto the other's fourth finger. It was so cute...they were so nervous, so caught up in the moment, that they forgot about the kiss part, and I had to remind them on the spot...classic wedding moment!
I then ended the ceremony with:
"Now, please join me in congratulating Rebecca & Mauricio and wishing them the best in the next chapter of their lifes’ adventures. Let us celebrate!!!"
And with jubilant appluase all was over! The next thing I knew I was at the bar having an ice filled glass of white wine and drank it as fast as any other self-respecting naughty priest would!
Soon, a small, yet very tasty and light buffet was offered to the guests, and I stayed to enjoy a nibble or two with some mutual friends. During this time we were given these brown paper cut-outs in the shape of a long leaf with a string at one end, along with some pens, and were instructed to write some wishes or words to the bride and groom, and to then hang the leaves on the ends of the branches found about the room. What a fantastic idea, I thought to myself! I soon had my creative juices flowing! While everyone was pondering over their words like they were suddenly handed over a pop S.A.T. exam, I was feverishly scribbling away these following lines:
"May the winds of love push that sails of your marriage to reach the distant and magical shores of your lives together." ~ Sir William Welles
As I left the reception early to return to my family's restaurant in time for the 2nd seating, I thought in immediate hindsight and I discovered that it really wasn't all that bad, and was over with rather quickly...and this was due to a wee bit of enlightenment that washed over me mere moments before the ceremony was to begin and actually settled my anxiety.
My enlightening moment was this: Everyday of my life I choose to look how I look, to wear what I wear, and to behave as I behave...and sure enough I get judged and labeled hundreds, if not thousands, of times by complete strangers as I make my way through my day & night in this world...and, other than if I made a complete fool of myself, I really don't care what these unimportant people think of me, I'm never going to see them again! So why should this be any different? Suddenly I didn't care what the entire room thought of me or my delivery...the only two people who were important in that room, and to whom I had to do right by, were Rebecca and Mauricio!
And to those two very important people in that room, on a sunny May Saturday afternoon, I wish them a liftime of love and happiness, and to once again thank them from the bottom of my cold, dark heart for this wonderful opportunity and honor!!!
See you in the Dark!
Sir William Welles
P.S.: Photos to come soon!!!
Poem: She Walks in Beauty
She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellowed to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellowed to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impaired the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o'er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express,
How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.
Had half impaired the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o'er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express,
How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.
And on that cheek, and o'er that brow,
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent!
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent!
~ Lord Byron (1788-1824)
Thursday, May 26, 2011
Tip #19: Wish You Were Here
Face it...at one point or another in your relationship, you will be apart from your bleakheart, especially early in in the relationship. Whether on a vacation, at a wedding, at a funeral, on a business trip, or at a Goth music festival in Germany... you will eventually spend some time apart, agonizing for his or her presence. That's where postcards are a great thing! But don't just send one...time it so that you send one for everyday you are apart!
Sure, in this day in age it is a lot easier and maybe even cheaper to simply send off a text message...but believe you me, everyone...and I mean EVERYONE (!!!) enjoys receiving something personal in the (snail)mail. Postcards are the perfect mix of something fun, whimsical, and cheesy in their own right...it's also a throwback to the 1950's and 60's when families took summer road trips across the country.
Don't know what to write about everyday for an extended period of time? That's fine...you need not write a novel on each and every card. A simple "I miss you" or a funny joke will do; you can even count down the days until you are reunited...just jot down SOMETHING!
Bonus Tip!!! Actually, this can be as effective even if you aren't miles apart in some far off land...send him or her a postcard from right where you live and write something like: "Wish you were here...in my arms/in my bed/in my coffin"...you get the idea...Just be sure to send only one; one every day in this circumstance is just plain odd behaviour!
Sure, in this day in age it is a lot easier and maybe even cheaper to simply send off a text message...but believe you me, everyone...and I mean EVERYONE (!!!) enjoys receiving something personal in the (snail)mail. Postcards are the perfect mix of something fun, whimsical, and cheesy in their own right...it's also a throwback to the 1950's and 60's when families took summer road trips across the country.
Don't know what to write about everyday for an extended period of time? That's fine...you need not write a novel on each and every card. A simple "I miss you" or a funny joke will do; you can even count down the days until you are reunited...just jot down SOMETHING!
Bonus Tip!!! Actually, this can be as effective even if you aren't miles apart in some far off land...send him or her a postcard from right where you live and write something like: "Wish you were here...in my arms/in my bed/in my coffin"...you get the idea...Just be sure to send only one; one every day in this circumstance is just plain odd behaviour!
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