I just thought you should know.
He's 81. I'm done. He is wonderful beyond wonderful. I asked him to marry me. Yes I did.
Okay, so the reason we were speaking in the first place has to do with the fact that a friend of mine has prostate cancer. Lou, my next husband, hounded me all day after I initially contacted him (he has a support group) regarding Prostate Cancer.
He tracked me down like a blood hound.
A really affable grand fatherly blood hound.
We spoke for hours. His interest is in my friend. He wants to call him or have him call him. (That sounds like an improper sentence.)
Cancer is scary. Not only for the one with it but for those of us who surround it/them. I want a quick fix. I want it to be over. I thought Prostate Cancer was no big deal.
I was wrong.
With or without my "guy" I will attend the next support group. I will listen to the guest speaker and more importantly...meet Lou. Then...I will launch an assault on my supposed "guy". I'll make him talk to Lou.
They will become fast friends.
Then I'm gonna marry Lou.
He said I was scary smart. He wants nothing more then to help my friend.
He's on a mission.