We spent a lot of time talking and a fair amount of time cooking and eating but some real quality time was spent kissing and enjoying those very first romantic moments. It wasn’t so icky after all considering I could hardly catch my breath. I feel in my heart that I am 18 years old again and also feel all the vulnerability that goes with it. In my head I realize that you should never rule out romance as a possibility no matter how old you get.
I hardly know this Cowboy, not even a week yet, but he’s got me going for sure. He texts, he calls, he wants to see me again. But does he know in his heart the fragility of mine? And how easily, or casually, it can be broken? Does he get it? Time will tell, ladies. As I am sure, you all know.
Please Janet, don't move tooooo fast! There are a lot of gigolo's out there!
Of course I'm sitting pretty with a great guy (36 years of bleded wiss, I mean wedded bliss, tee hee).....When you say Time will Tell, hope you let this "Lone Ranger" wait a bit!
