I'm back in the dating pool again. It's kinda nice in here. Lots of fun things happen. Like this:
The man came to the door and gave me a hug. He was really good looking. He had amazing hair. And we talked and talked and talked and barely came up for air - because we were talking about traveling and adventures and I get so excited about that stuff.
He seemed very familiar. We went to the Westminster Spring Chorale Concert. He kept trying to be the last one to clap. It made me laugh. A lot. Again, he seemed familiar to me but I couldn't figure out why.
We went to Bruges Waffles in Sugar House. I was floored by the deliciousness of it all. Again, we talked and talked and talked.
And then it hit me. Like a Mack truck. He was an older version of my little brother Mason.
And then it was all over for me.