The last winter storm bugged me with too much snow. I normally don't mind winter but I felt buried.
I called my friend John for snowplowing and he came over that day.
"This is how the big boys do it," he says with a Peter Pan smile while slamming into the high snowbanks, and he had me laughing. All that snow, and it was effortless for him to blast it out of the way.
Girls like that. At least I do anyway.
It was really windy that day and we were standing outside talking.
"How's your little house doing" he asked.
He's been a good friend over the years and has helped me with some things at my place.
I know Rob would have been ok with this.
Later that day after John left it was nice to get a text with him asking if I'd like to go to Vico with him for a drink.
O boy. I'm nervous. I haven't dated in a long time. So I'm thinking this is more than being friends.
Sweating.
I knew I had to reply. And the truth was, I wanted to go. Dead of winter and it's a snoozefest lately. And I always liked John quite a bit.
The next day was Valentine's Day. "How about tomorrow?" I texted.
to be continued......
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