I'm leaving for London a week from Tuesday. A lot of you have been asking if I'll have you caught up by then, and I assure you, I will :) Oh, and thanks a TON for reading!
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Halloween came and went and my favorite holidays were just around the corner. It's weird how much growing up changes your perspective on things like family get togethers. We've always been close, but the older I get, the more I appreciate the times we're all back together, under the same roof, eating and drinking the nights away. Holidays at my house are always filled with booze, laughs, and five-too-many dessert options. I wanted Cayden to be a part of it. I wanted him to sit at the dinner table with my family and turn bright red laughing about whatever inappropriate subject was broached. I wanted him there to play drinking games with us and our friends after dessert. I started thinking about Christmas, all of the Christmas parties, the Christmas music, the twinkle lights. By far my favorite holiday. I wanted nothing more than to share that with him.
But I knew I couldn't. I had to find a way to get over that.
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We were working on the February issue at work. My assignment was to write a story about what Internet dating site was best for you, based on what you were looking for, and what your dating personality was like. Readers would follow a decision tree to lead them to one of five sites. In doing my research, I was clicking around to see what kind of people are on the site, what compatibility tests are included and things like that. (Did you know there's a dating site that matches you up based on your DNA??) Anyway, I was clicking around on the site that I planned on recommending for my cheapskate readers. It was 100 percent free, so I assumed it was full of freaks. But browsing through the members, I saw something that caught my eye. It was only a thumbnail picture, but that was all I needed to tell this guy was beautiful. I clicked on the picture and opened his profile. He was two years older than me, and he'd just moved to my city to work as an air traffic controller at a nearby airport. He had dark brown hair and brown eyes, and the cutest smile I'd ever seen. Perfectly straight teeth, and the cutest dimples. He had an open-mouth smile in his photo, and he was dressed up in a dark button up shirt and black pants. He had a little-boy face, yet at the same time he was sexy. I smiled at his smile. Then I stopped myself. What am I doing? I'm supposed to be researching, not browsing for men! On the other hand, maybe I should do some more thorough fact checking before I recommend the site to our mag readers... No, that's just ridiculous. I created a profile. As much as I'd like to say that was necessary for my story, it wasn't. I went back to his profile to read the whole thing, inspect if for signs of crazy. Why else would such a gorgeous guy be on an Internet dating site? By the looks of his picture, he could walk into any bar and leave with any girl he wanted. But then again, I knew if I'd been at that bar, he wouldn't have given me the time of day. He looked like the type of guy who went for petite blonde girls. I was neither blonde nor petite. So I figured he was probably a douchebag, trying to see how many girls he could meet online and sleep with. Well, there's only one way to find out.
I winked at him.
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