April 23, 11:12 AM
Sometimes I wonder that my own romantic capabilities rate at a level of about 3.5 out of 10. I seem to always get matched up with guys (in a natural way, no set-ups) who are just…wow. Romantic.
And know exactly what they want. And can say it all.
Whereas I, smile and stand back a bit…enjoying the view. Not sure what to say or how to say it. This usually happens about four weeks in. This is where things typically start getting weird.
But we’re still hanging out.
I fell asleep on the couch last night after we watched CSI and called a cab at two in the morning.
As the cab driver says, “To sleep in your own bed is to sleep well.”
