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Plunging into ponds is messy work You have to chase him


Why on earth I thought I needed to make the first move I can only attribute to my natural goal-orientated personality, sense of adventure and poor concept of how the dating game is actually played. Being a modern woman my thoughts were along the lines: Why should I waste time waiting around for someone to notice me? My future husband could miss out on a great person if I didn’t help him along! It makes me cringe just thinking of how romantically naive


I was. Like the Princess trying to take a shortcut with love, I took the first step towards a poo pond. I didn’t know it at the time, but I was a romantic junkie looking for the next fix. Unknowingly, I had set my sights on a frog, and the enchanting possibility of him turning into my prince was too much of an opportunity to pass up. I had only spoken to him twice, but I was already spellbound.


His long, blond hair hung loosely over his shoulders, with a small amount tied back in a Native American look. He exuded depth, spirituality and masculinity like nothing I had ever encountered before.


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