Home again home again jiggity jig
Well, since they called on Thursday, I flew back into DFW on Friday afternoon. Don't read anything into it they said. Don't unpack your bag they said. You can reach me at this number...uh....You, I said.
I've been thinking, that if Mario and I are meant to be together, and get married after 6 months, and travel the world, and live out the rest of our phenomenal sex lives together, then the baby jesus will make this strike happen and we'll end up locked in eachothers gaze back at the Embassy Suites lobby in no time. If not, it's back to pleasing myself on sticky plastic couches, and tending to my stray cat collection.

Me-ouch.