Dallas...not the TV show

I met a wonderful man! I'll call him Dallas. We met while I was doing laundry & he was getting a Twix candy bar from the vending machine. It was love at first bite. (Bad pun intended). We now worship the Almighty Twix. Stand back while lightning zaps my computer! ha ha ha.

So that is my excuse for not writing since I met him May 10.

For inquiring minds, he's 5'9 (he rounds up from 5'8 and 3/4), shaves head bald, brown eyes, same shoe size as me. He's 36, was a Marine for 13 years & now works as a prison officer. He's a Christian, he doesn't drink or smoke, and treats me like a princess (which is what I am). He's a runner. That's how we met, because I asked him if he was a runner. He likes sports. He likes me. I like him. We call each other nauseating cutsie names that would make anyone else gag. He cleans. He cooks. And he's mine.

Sounds too good to be true, I know. Unfortuneately, he does not have any brothers, or I would give them to all my awesome girlfriends. Paws off ladies, he's mine & you'd have to cross one crazy Lumberjack to get to him.

Luvs to all!