Not much – but here’s one major link I can’t ignore.
When I’m infatuated, it’s REALLY hard to blog!
He looks like Mr Tumnus out of the Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe. I’m still looking for the nubby little horns on his head, in amongst all that curly grey-brown hair.
He cuddles like a dream. He doesn’t wear any underpants and has six shirts. He’s a DUDE, with a dude’s voice, deep and sweet.
He’s worried I only like him for his sex appeal.
This roller coaster is hovering at the top of the curve, with a view of Sydney Harbour and a man-scented breeze tickling my cheek. Up here, the internet seems very small.
If I start to haunt the net-waves on a daily basis, you’ll know I’m either very dedicated (I am), or I’ve swooped face first into the valley of lost love and sicked-up popcorn.