Had an intense day at work yesterday - mentally. Checking myself, double checking, moving on, doing it again. I just want it right.
No, i want it perfect.
By the afternoon i was tired. I texted Mr. Cigar (I think thats what i will call him here) that the day needed to end already. (Maybe i should call him Mr. Fire since he was a firefighter for 26 years...? )
He said "you should come meet the dogs"
And so, i did.
I met him at his house, met the puppers (HUGE) got a tour of his home (beautiful) and his property (gorgeous) then we hopped in his truck and went out to eat.
He asked me if i liked such and such, i said i did, and he ordered for us.
He had me laughing during dinner- seemed to enjoy it.
Then we took a ride and went back to his home.
There was some kissing. There was some babying the boys (the DOGS). There was some talking about stuff. No situationship for me....or him. Agreed. Move slow. Agreed.
And then i went home.
Had no idea that was what my evening would be. He's only 15 minutes away, on back roads - basically up the street.
So, there's that.
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