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After Months of Talking on the Phone

We finally went on a second date!
The date went well.


He was so excited to see me he didn't get much sleep the night before.



A photo of Res by himself since the lighting in the one of us together made his blond hair fall out. ðŸ¤£ðŸ˜‚😜


When I arrived he had this box waiting. 


He made it for me during our time apart and filled it with treats for Messy and gifts for me.


I like him because while he's not perfect, he tries. He admits his weaknesses, can say sorry, and accepts that I'm flawed too.


We have a lot of common values and beliefs,...


        


So maybe...

Maybe, it's time to hope for more than a glimpse of what could be. Maybe this time my heart won't get broken and maybe the guy who's easy to talk to, who thinks I walk on water, who is understanding, full of patience and incredibly kind will stay for more than a few precious moments in my life...

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  1. Oh Ashley....I pray that you are blessed with more joyous days with this special guy. So happy for you and him.

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    1. Thanks Lorraine! Well it's December and he's still around! Pretty happy with how things are going! How's your life? What are you and your sweet heart up to?

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  2. r u srs lol did u guys do it , do u miss dave wood

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    1. I don't miss Dave, he barely crosses my mind. I miss Res and what we shared. I didn't know anything could be so incredible, but he's chosen a different path.
      I'm sad but at least I know how happy I can be with someone and will no longer settle for men who don't see me or treat me with the love and consideration Res did.
      Res is my daughter's father, so did we do it? My name ain't Mary and thank you heaven for that!

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