You can talk about physical things or other things as suits your whimsy. Just don’t be tacky.
I’ll start with two. Last night my wife and I went to a lecture. Halfway through I excused myself to go to the bathroom, and when I returned, the question & answer section had begun. My wife was holding her hand up to ask a question, and for a moment I found myself looking at her right hand. It’s really extraordinarily beautiful, as is its counterpart: slender, fine-bonded, nimble-fingered. I can remember thinking, way back in the barista-customer phase of our relationship, that Kim is to hands what Helen of Troy was to faces. The same thought occurred to me last night.
And then the lecturer called on her, and as she asked her question I heard her voice. I love that too. Not just the tenor and timbre–though that is simply wonderful to me, musical even when she’s talking about things no more romantic that buying a microwave–but the way she says things. Her odd ways of phrasing, her sly humor. When I hear her talking after not having heard her for a while, I always have the urge to declare my willingness to provide for her table, kill her enemies, and compose sonnets in her honor.
But that’s just me. Anybody else?