On Monday there was this guy that I was living with. He was alright, bit annoying with his inability to put out the trash and unwillingness to clean the kitty litter. He was warm enough in bed, but had a tendency to steal the covers and put his cold feet on me. And, ok, fine, he talked a little too much about work.
On Tuesday I left for a work conference. Three days of seminars about time management, driving referrals, and how to develop staff. Three days of working and socialising with the same people. Too many coffees, quick lunches. They are great people, sure, but 72 hours of them is a little much.
Thursday night I came home. And there was this man, in my house. And he? IS HOT. Ladies, I kid you not that I'm totally into him. I can't get enough of him. He's kind, and a good listener, and was excited to see me. He made coffee for me this morning, and gave me the kind of good morning/have a good day kiss that you feel in your THIGHS.
And I married him. Shit, I am SMART.
Good Men Are Worth Their Weight in Gold
