The morning after our first date (almost 10 months ago), Mr. Darcy texted me saying:
“Your status has gone from “cute” to “adorable” to “shmexy”. That is all.”
On our second date, Mr. Darcy forgot his wallet.
He was so mortified, thinking I would believe he did it to stick me with the bill (as if!), he texted me when he got home:
“How was your date? I’ll bet the dumbass forgot his wallet but found it later. I also bet he’ll be thinking about your legs for the next couple days.”
The wallet was in the pants he’d worn to work back at his apartment. That is what you get for trying to dress to impress I guess.
Weeks later as our dating and texting frequency took a big jump, he texted me this:
“I am constructing an epic Norse Saga about your breasts. It is called the Bewbaskaladon. Three thousand pages at least.”
He always makes me laugh and blush. Sometimes simultaneously!