When I got to work that next day, blog dude had responded to my email. He was very friendly, and actually a little forward, and suggested that I call him sometime. I just laughed and laughed. And reread the email and his words (remember how I love the way he writes?) and just laughed some more. (I was so busy being sorta goofy over the email that I completely forgot about lunch plans I had with a friend. Oops, sorry, Matt!)
When I emailed him back, I told him that I had emailed him first, but I wasn't calling him first. He responded with, "Maybe I'll give you a call sometime then."
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I moved the next day. And that night, my husband called me for the first time. I was actually still moving, so I didn't answer, but he left a message. I listened to it a billion times. I can still remember his words. I passed the phone around and let my friends listen to his sexy voice. I called him back later and we talked for about an hour and a half and I loved every minute of it.
But what about October 5th? Screw it, I didn't care. This guy was great.
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