It was an odd day yesterday, not knowing when I'll see Francesca again nor if we can get together over moussaka. I've taken out from The Golden Greek for years and have gotten most friendly with the chef who visits the 16th and Bethany Starbucks patio after work. I think we'd have a great time. I think I'll see her Saturday. I hope so.
Stopped for a moment. This odd shot. Had gotten bottle of Irish Cream to put in coffee. How do I love thee? Just humming along until I firm up matters. I'm all wet! Well, slightly. Certainly nothing to write home about.
Good workout. Feeling fine. Odd too that I'm all flummoxed around her but goodly stable with her. We do need direct relations, I surmise, to be in harmony. When I have to go askew to give her backround information, things get confused. I want to tell her everything but know it has to go slow. She's brimful of experiences and seems willing to relate them. I believe we can help each other be superb.
This is where it's at, milady.
But puddles can be fun, just as well.
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