Tonight Howard tempted me with talk of sea bass and garlic bread and tater tots. I guess, in the oddest way, it's the same food we met over just one year ago... how could a girl not be intrigued by tater tots? And then Scott bragged about Howard's greek salads as we walked along a sunny Second Avenue and I was hooked.
My anticipation of our dinner spreads a thick, warm feeling through my chest that could best be illustrated using the heartburn animation of antacid commercials. Not just the food, but the lengthy preparation and the curious cocktails and comfortable talk that makes us anything but strangers.
biggest kiss...
...kristen
recent whirls elsewhere...
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