On Saturday night I went on a date.
On Sunday morning he went home.
On Monday night, as we lay cuddling, he told me how he kept smelling the shirt he wore on Saturday night because it smelled of me.
He kissed me goodbye in this morning's sunshine and called to see I had gotten home safely.
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Don't you just love that? Aahhh, the pure bliss of dating someone new.. that anticipation, the butterflies.
...the dopey smile on my face today... .
Awwww, Karen.....that just sounds so NICE :)
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