I turned down a date today.
Not because it didn’t sound great.
It sounded very nice.
And not because I don’t find the guy attractive.
Actually, he’s at the far end of the handsome scale.
What was I thinking?
Well, I’ll tell you.
I was thinking of The Swede.
I was thinking how much I want to make him coffee in the morning.
And roll over in bed to see his face.
And I was thinking about how much I miss hugging him.
And kissing him.
There’s a whole lot of things I miss about The Swede.
How quiet he is until you get to know him.
How dedicated he is to his children.
How much of a prankster he is.
And so, for the first time EVER, I’m finally admitting I am OVER THE MOON for The Swede.