Ante up, byatch
While the body of the former is still getting cold, I elected to get back in the saddle again. What I got was the best damn date to-date in Los Angeles.
I’ll spare you the details because when you use the words “beach” and “sushi” in the same story the “how long have you lived in LA” question usually follows. It was a beautiful day with a wonderful man.
He called this morning to let me know I consumed his thoughts last night. Good to know I didn’t need to go get my goddess mojo realigned. With no prompting from me, he signed off with, “I just want to let you know, we are dating.”
He’s willing to make a bet on me before seeing the cards… or the tattoo. That’s a man who has no fear.