h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

He is going to be on the same side of the Atlantic in a few weeks.

I would love to meet him again.
I have no idea how to make it - technically, it's just a short flight away. But I have to have a plausible reason to tell the family.

And I don't know what to do.

But my heart keep skipping beats.

I know this is not quite for real. He will never move near. I can never leave my children. Husband? I might.

Scary to admit it. But I might.

Still not enough to take the other one really really seriously.

But exciting nevertheless. You see, he wants to meet me too.

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I got tickets. Will meet on Saturday.

I feel... I don't know. Mischievous. Alive.

Things have been good with husband lately, it's not that. But it is such a buzz being wanted! Emailing at work - because the timezone is finally right. Little innuendo's, that can be excitingly interpreted, if you want to.

And I think I want to.

I think he wants to. He's the one bringing up the subject of hotels...


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Oh, dear...

We met, had a fabulous day, went back to the hotel and,... you know... As happily awkward as you may suspect. I feel great. I keep drifiting off, remembering.

Aach, if I could only call him - phone just sends me to voicemail, and I don't think he gets them.


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