I'll give it until tonight and then I'm SO locking that post.
Lance still lingering in my mind. How could he not? It's hard to resist a man who tells me how often he thinks about me. And he was all PVC'ed out and treating me special. When we left the Mercury, I was so tired I could barely walk up the alley. He swept me up into his arms and carried me to the car. *swoon!*
I do adore Lance but I don't want to think about him anymore. I don't want to think about any man in a preoccupied can't stop sort of way. So I'm going to send him a little thank you e-mail and move on. I have to say though, how very happy I am that he got meaningful work. Not just a survival job like he was looking for here in Seattle, but a real job that uses his skills. He's a different, more confident, happier person for it. I think that's what makes him more attractive to me these days. Happiness is very sexy.