This right here is my sweetie. That’s us. :: big grin::
Thought I’d post us lovin’ each other up.
Maverick is a wonderful man whom I’ve known for some time now. We were long distant friends by phone for a couple years. Over time, something developed.
We go everywhere together now. I have met just about all his friends. Have met (son) and spoken to (daughter) two of his children and have met most of his co-workers at his job in Indiana.
He has a lovely home and a very interesting town. However, we enjoy spending most of our time together in Pennsylvania, where I live. He is with me there virtually every weekend, and during the week we are on the phone practically all day. And I’m not a big phone person.
He’s met nearly all my friends and has enjoyed a wonderful week with me in Florida with my mother and sister. He’s met my daughters and they seem to approve. He thinks they are amazing young ladies.
What I cherish most about our relationship is we talk about EVERYTHING. And I mean EVERYTHING. He knows about ALL my past, including past boyfriends, my ex-husband, and a man I was seeing after my ex-husband. Sadly, that didn’t work out. Great man whom I will always love dearly; but life sometimes gets in the way of love. Magically, however, where one door closes another opens. Maverick was that open door, a new love more ready than the old. And more suited for who I am. He knows my entire life practically, and the trials I’ve been through. Well, I don’t think I told him about that time when at about 13 years old I tried to steal a mini stapler from a store cause I wanted it something fierce. :: blinking :: Kids. Aren’t we just bad sometimes? I… Continue reading
wow. what a weekend. just amazing.
did i say wow?
all i can share is that we are moving forward. the revolution will NOT be televised, cause we broke all the TVs!
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So me and my girlfriend, her sister and friend are at my house last night. It’s her birthday, so she decides she wants to get down on a feast of crab legs. Who am I to argue? I love crab legs. We get those little suckers boiling and within less than half an hour, they are ready to be eaten.
But I forget that I don’t have any butter in the house. I look at my friend, she looks at her sister, her sister looks at her friend, her friend looks back at her sister and my friend looks at me. Oh heck yeah we are going out to get the butter. Thank goodness for late night stores. So just before the witching hour, we are out the door and on our little adventure to get some butter to eat with our crab legs.
Did I mention that earlier that day when shopping for the crabs, we bought about $50 worth of crab legs? Got a fairly decent deal. They were $8.99 per pound. Fat little legs were strewn all over the seafood window. A pudgy little man rolls up to the counter as we are discussing how much we want and which ones.
“Are you getting anything?” he says.
“Give us a minute to decide,” I respond, holding up my first finger.
We’re jabbering away. The pudgy man is looking impatient, as though he wasn’t going to be there all night and we were in his space loitering in front of the crab section, seemingly not serious about our order. I mean, do people often loiter in front of the seafood section?
“We’re ready,” I said after we deliberated a few minutes.
“How can I help you?” he asks quasi politely.
“We want some of each section of the legs… Continue reading