I joke that I want to make out with this one guy. Yeah, I think he’s cute, and yeah he’s a good friend and lot of fun. Making out would make it weird. All I want is a little affection. Some cuddling. Or a great big hug. And I’m not using his name here why? Because he very well could be a part of my readership and I’d be uncomfortable knowing his knowing I’ve thought about making out with him. Maybe it’s the season, and maybe sometimes I feel like wanting to share these happy times with someone. I know that doesn’t necessarily mean smoochapalooza, but man, having someone to be in love with sure would be nice.
I guess I could curl up with a good book instead…
Folks, I’m going to be in Florida in just over a week! I haven’t forgotten what anybody looks like, and I know we’ll pick up right where we left off. I’m looking forward to the quality time.