This whole phone thing is new for me. And a little weird! Everyone who knows me knows I HATE talking on the phone. And I never do it. People rarely call me, they know to text or email me instead. Except for that adorable African Accountant. I’ve yet to call him, but he calls me. And dare I say I like it!
Last night I was lying in bed when my phone rang. I thought it was going to be a quick conversation, but 40 minutes later we finally got off the phone. I like the ease of our conversations, the way he makes me laugh…he’s actually kinda funny!, and how he asks about my pups every single time we talk. He’s motivated, sweet, mature, warm and caring, a-freaking-dorable, looking for a real relationship. He likes kids and animals and…ummm….ME! Can we blame him!?
I went to sleep with a giddy smile on my face, imagining the possibilities. I’m not bothered by his age anymore. I’m still not feeling pressured to move this situation along and still enjoying getting to know this really nice guy.
A fall romance? Hell yeah I’m down!
