Don walked past my camp at unSCruz and stopped in to give me a hug.
He smelled delicious.
Like clove cigarettes.
I thought about the pack of cloves I had in my tote.
I looked at The Swede.
“Would it bother you if I smoked a clove?” I asked him.
“Not at all,” he replied. “Just don’t expect me to kiss you if you taste like cigarettes.”
“Oh, in that case, never mind,” I replied.
The idea of not being able to kiss him freely disturbed me.
Besides, I don’t need to smoke. It’s BAD for you.
On my list of qualities I am looking for in a man is an important one: Makes me a better person.
Perhaps that could be stated better: Brings out the best in me.
So for a man to influence me into making healthy choices that impact me directly and improve my overall health and well being, this is a HUGE thing.
I respect The Swede for that.
Of course nowhere on my list of qualities I am looking for in a man does it say: Lives 9,000 miles away from me.
No, you’ll never find that in there.
Well, you can’t have everything.