I've been on a hiatus. Let me be completely and utterly frank about it. I've been on a man-induced-dopamine-epinephrine-norepinephrine-prophycranozanocra-no-drug-can-be-as-good-as-this two month hiatus. It's been nothing less than a harlequin romance roller coaster, and damn if I didn't enjoy the hell out of it. Now let's get down to the nitty about the man of mystery - Mr. Valentin - as we shall call him.
- I fell hook-line-sinker.
- Mr. V was just a little bit less attainable than, let's say, President Barack Obama.
- V has a secret little place in this heart for years to come.
Ms. Thang! you say. What's with the secrecy? The surreptitious and clandestine nature of this blog entry? Why not serve up a dose of your own ENFP wisdom about people, possibilities, and pinot?
Alas, my heart is in a state of recovery. More to come on the mysterious V, although the normal order will be restored as I hit the icy cold dating waters in weeks to come.
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