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I may have found the perfect guy. He was “sweet and decadently rich just like a man should be”. The strong and silent type, and absolutely no good for me!  I saw him one afternoon while dashing into the drug store to buy stamps for the office, and I nearly stopped dead in my tracks. He was shirtless – you should have seen his abs! I really wanted to check him out, take him home and do naughty things with him, but I have done so well being faithful to Hubby lately, so instead I dashed from the store (with my stamps) as quickly as possible. I haven’t met with Henry (O Henry) in months!

But I confess…I did snap a quick shot as I ran by…in my defence, it’s not every day you see “the perfect guy”.

Chocolate man

Happy Valentine’s Day!