This weekend I shall be going away with a man that a barely know.
I am good at spontaneous but I rarely do rash. This man is utterly out of my comfort zone.
He's happy. Which means he's kind and that I have little experience of such traits. It's a fairly accurate rule of thumb that when people are unkind, they are generally unhappy. And I have had too much of that in my life.
I'm not worried about the future for at this present moment, nice is good.
So I am going to go away with a man that is happy, kind, cooks, sings and is physically and emotionally confident.
The fact that he is in a three month deadline to the full abs look helps, but his qualification as a massage therapist has nothing to do with it.
Nothing you hear. Nothing
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