On the weekend, I exchanged a couple of messages with a man who, for whatever reason, seems in love my writing style.
(He should meet JAW Fan!)
Through the power of all my magical (?) words, he is enamoured. I think we have exchanged 3 or 4 emails. Anyway, I just got an email from him with an invitation to go to North Carolina this week. He is going to play golf and wants me to come along for the trip. Makes me wish I was some kind of grifter con-woman. Room Service! Champagne!
Who does this kind of thing? I guess he must be pretty sure I'll say no. We haven't even exchanged photos. What if I turned out to be JAW Fan in a muumuu (and a towel on my head). What are men thinking? (Rhetorical question: I know he's thinking hanky panky in North Carolina.) How daring.