Señor Suavé called yesterday. Hmmmm. This is fun. And interesting. Just got a letter from him too. He does not own a computer, so we're doing this old-fashioned snail-mail thing. Kinda nice. Emails tend to be short and sweet and composed in great haste with little thought. So I am enjoying sitting down and reading how life is in cowboy town. And writing a letter on paper makes me actually pause to think about the words and what messages I am sharing. I think I tend to spill my heart more when creating an honest-to-goodness letter. (I'm sure he's saving them to sell at auction after my Great American Novel is published.)
That said, he's arriving in exactly one week! Staying for 5 nights.
What am I going to do to entertain him? He's a daily mile-high hiker and mountain biker. I live in the flatlands. It's been forever since I've entertained a gentleman for an entire week. Eeek. What was I thinking?
Had margaritas last night with two male friends. We call ourselves the 3-some. They think I'm one of the guys. When we get together we tend to laugh loud and long and snortingly! My cheeks still hurt today.
We were discussing the señor's visit and they were telling me what his expectations are. Wow. Really? Guy-think is so different from girl-think.
I'm feeling the butterflies battling it out in my gut.
Talk me down, coach.
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