He's not a middle child but he seems to appreciate this one. Despite what my monk has said about me not having a good year I still can't help but hope that he's wrong. That maybe, just maybe there is Santa Claus. And maybe the Holy water shower is working...
He is a breathe of fresh air for me. He makes my unemployment days feel not so unemployed. He appreciates that I color outside of the lines and respects my love affair with Charles
(actually I have to confess I've been spending more time with my Napa boys lately because I find them less wine-y and more delicious)
Not many people get me and I don't think he gets me either but I love that he tries. He says he likes me. I smile at hearing that. But for how long I keep thinking? My Big Sis says that is the flaw of me dating so much. Too many bad dates and heartbreaks has got me so uptight and paranoid that apparently I have a wall up longer than the Great Wall of China. Even he thought so. Sorry China. I've climbed that wall and it is not fun. I don't want to be that girl. But for now I do hope that he has good hiking boots because I really do like him...
But since meeting this sweet boy one great thing that has come out of it if nothing else is that it has given a reason for my sisters and I to get together to do what sisters do best- assisting in selecting the perfect date outfit. On a normal day the 3 of us don't have much in common but fashion always brings us together. But as far as dating tips goes-my little sister is only beginning and my older sister is done dating so in this situation I find myself not stuck in the middle but actually on my own.
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