Liz
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He is so weird.
I can’t believe how weird he is. Totally random. Changes topics like that!
But still, everything he says is so fascinating. He knows so much.
Wisdom comes with age, you might say. Yeah. I’d believe that.
Then again he’s not that old.
I never thought I would say this, but being thirty is not old. Well, he doesn’t look like a thirty year old anyway. Twenty-seven something? Maybe… But he does not look like a man in his thirties. Trust me. And besides, older men are hot!
He reminds me of myself in many ways. Always so cheerful. Always grinning – well, to me anyway. There is just no effort in our relationship. It’s easy. This makes it easy for me to believe in meant-to-be.
When he sees me his cheeks turn as red as his gorgeous wavy hair.
I’ve never thought redheads attractive before. Well, at least I’ve never seen an attractive redhead before. Not before now.
He is something quite out of the ordinary. Nothing like I have ever met before.
He’s got total baby-fever. Talks about kids and babies all the time. Which suits me fine. I’m a baby-nut myself. I’ve always wanted to live like the Camdens. Seven children? No problem. If they could do it, so would I.
I’d have kids right now. If he’d just let me. I don’t know how my parents would react though. Pregnant at nineteen. Not a popular decision. But then again, who cares. I’m ready for it.
There seemed to be just one problem though.
His wife!
