Chris and I had a nice dinner out. He opened doors for me. We came back to my house as he gets up at 3:30 a.m. for work so there was little else to do. He was the perfect gentleman. He massaged my shoulders for a few seconds while I was showing him pictures on the computer. We kissed when I got up from my seat and it was so nice. He smelled so good. That was it, we just kissed. He apologized for not being himself but his mind is heavy with his dad dying. Chris is going to call me in the morning. We both have been asked out to the shore.

Chris is a Vietnam vet and we were talking about PTSD and he said when he landed in CA from the war he was spit on and called baby killer. Him and I can relate with certain things like abuse. He held my hand when I was sad tonight. We had a good time listening to music in his truck.

befuddled2