There was a gentleness in his voice tonight; that soft, endearing gracefullness that I've been
waiting for. We joked and laughted and were serious and sincere. If he's not careful,
he's liable to steal my heart away.
"I'm trying to take it slow," he says to me. "I've already
been accused of cheating on Nancy and I don't think it would be fair
to have people start blaming you for our divorce. They'd try to say
we were together while Nancy and I were still married and you and I know
that's not true. I just don't want you being accused of anything."
I asked him the question I ask of everyone. That one very simple yet very important question
that lets you peek into the psyche of a person.
"If you could accomplish only one thing before you die, what would it be? What would that one
thing be that would let you die happily?"
"I want an heir to my family name, someone of my own bloodline since I am the last and I want
to provide a good home for a family."
Perfect.
My tall, dark haired, handsome, clean-cut, blue eyed, country loving, motorcycle riding,
rough around the edges, mature, settled but fun, hardworking,
computer literate, movie buff, open minded, high sex driven family man.
If this is a dream, let me never wake.
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