Kilo ... oh Kilo... wherefore art thou Kilo? What man of <21 has such a right to be so intelligent? So romantic? Such a heart-breaker? Likewise, what man hath the right to stake a claim on my heart? The answer? No one. Sadly.
It was a wacky/wild/wonderful weekend. Kilo is a man's man, a romantic, a smarty-pants, and athlete, an artist, and a soldier. He's "full steam ahead" as far as I'm concerned. Unfortunately, I'm left behind on the pier, bags half-packed, head shaking, wondering what the heck just happened??? Huh???
The dude is a charmer. He thinks of everything. Brought three kinds of candy. I didn't even think I told him what kind of flowers I love... but he got them. What is that?? How can he know me? Read me?
I'm totally take aback, because although that kind of uber-attention is unusual to me, I think I liked it. I like Kilo... but unfortunately there's really no spark. Don't get me wrong. If he was 30, and still as not-jaded as he is... I'd do everything I could to try and fall for him (mister romantic-perfect)....
But I can't. Oh so wrong on oh so many levels.
One day when I find someone with that spark... I want him to treat me like Kilo does.
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here's to the Spark, and to good treatment of women by their men!
*clink*
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