So, during the week of texting back and forth with Mr. Nice Guy, I was contacted by another. Hmm, what shall I call him? I had a date set with him for the following week on Tuesday, so that is what he is called. Tuesday.
Well Tuesday is a Daddy. The kind of Daddy that takes care of his own children, and also picks up the pieces where others have dropped them and cares and provides for and is Daddy to that child also.
Tuesday is tall, construction worker build, beautiful green eyes, and is bald. Tuesday give me butterflies, the beautiful kind.
His profile was impressive. His voice on the phone is deep and confident. He has a sense of humor that makes me laugh the whole time I am talking to him.
When I was hanging out with Mr. Nice Guy, I was thinking about Tuesday.
We found out by accident one night that we were watching the same TV show on Netflix in two different towns.
We made our kids the same thing for supper on the same night in our two separate houses.
As the pre-planned lunch date of Tuesday got closer, I was getting more excited. The anticipation leading up to actually meeting him in person was ridiculous. I knew leading up, based on countless phone calls, texts and emails that I liked him already, I was only unsure as to whether he would like me in person or not.
So, I waited as Tuesday got closer... and the butterflies got bigger...
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