Bok-Boooook!

Oh, baby, first off let me just say… you are so good for my soul. Doesn't even matter how much the weather might be trying to freeze our cute little buns off, I'm pretty sure I have walked away from every single conversation I've ever had with you feeling warmer than I did before going into it.

But, man. Not to be one of those people who say things like “grow a pair,” but…

I really need to grow a pair, lol.

Oh, sure, I had no trouble making borderline OTT (but 100% true) comments about your youthful appearance in writing — potential paper-trail and all. Not to mention dropping something that if you squinted real hard at and were being extremely generous might maybe be seen as a tad suggestive…

(I did not intend for that to be the end of the conversation, btw, but… that's how it be sometimes, sadly, as I suspect you understand… I should probably try to normalize texting you “goodnight”… not sure why that feels like such an escalation, but the one time I think I actually did do it — long before we started these regular chats — I was feeling pretty… um… high-blood-pressurey afterwards. Hmmmm, though that was also the “statue of you” gambit sooooo… 🤷‍♂️)

But get you face-to-face, and I can't even manage to slip in any of the various little key phrases or ideas that I keep planning on… Well, except I guess one. Which I just repeated literally just now. But that one was an accident, lol.

Well. I guess in my defense, that text conversation the other night was after my totally misguided post-blood-donation drinking binge, while today I was completely dry, so…

Huh. I guess there's a reason they call it liquid courage.

Anyhow. I'm glad we got to walk today, babe. I'd been missing you something fierce. And now I'm missing you again, but at least the sound of your lovely voice and the warmth in your lovely words are that much easier to call up… And, dunno if you've looked, but current forecast isn't looking quite as dire as it was before — at least in terms of polar-vortex-longevity. So, maybe the next walk won't be quite so far off as we feared.

Love ya, doll.

Catch ya later!