It's All Good

I have a new friend.

I believe we both knew we were going to hit it off before we actually met in person. We knew for sure when he sent a text to let me know he was running a bit behind and I asked if I could order a drink for him so it would be ready when he arrived.

A gin and soda with lime for him. My usual for me.

From the drinks, we moved onward to salads for dinner which were followed by more drinks with laughter, sharing, and observations sprinkled in. We rounded out the night with some rotel inspired chips and dip.

Yes, Paolo. You called it. This girl from the south likes her fake cheese with rotel and chips. Don't hate. Appreciate!

How we do...five and a half hours later.

He's texting. He's emailing. He's blowing up the blog. And it is all good.

Next up? Hopefully a day spent with the cameras in downtown or somewhere where we can snap away followed by sushi and a trip to get the supplies for the painting I am going to beg and plead he does for me. Or we can break all those up in chunks and do one at a time.

As for the painting, no hurries bra'. I want you to do it at your own pace. I would be honored to have a piece of your art in my home. I'm reserving the hallway wall for your masterpiece.

That is if I can handle the stalking...