She asked him how he took it. He said, "I like it black, like my women."
I hit him over the head with the menu and then was mortified that I did that.
We barely knew one another.
We went back to his place and had sex for the first time.
God, I adore that man.
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I'll announce two winners for Kim's book at the end of the weekend so you can still pop over and enter to win All I Can Handle in the post below. Seems like I married all I can handle hmmm?
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I often think of the 1st time Big Daddy and I met. When I have trouble sleeping I often think back to EVERY single minute of the 1st time we met. It comforts me every time...
Memories are what dreams are made of...
I said often twice,'I' 3 times, 'met' twice and 'every' twice. Just in case you weren't counting. DO NOT comment on other peopl'es people's peoples blog when you have been driniking drinking. Seriously!
Hilarious!!!
I'll ask again: WHY aren't YOU working on a memoir, my friend???
I love those first date memories. :) I'll always remember that my husband asked me out for hot chocolate when we first met because neither of us drank coffee. It's something that won me over because I thought it was so superficial to ask someone out for coffee. :)
He didn't know my last name until after our first in-person meeting. The next day, we both realized it at the same time.
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