I'm going to meet Russ in LA on Friday (5/5), for the first time. Those of you who don't know me might be surprised by this.
We met on March 10 kind of by accident. It was on a website similar to myspace.com but for baby boomers. I read his description, which said he was retired military and some other things. I commented that my son was a career soldier in the Special Forces. He replied and we just kept communicating. Within a few days we were talking on the phone, and have kept it up. Luckily we both have the same cell phone provider and our calls are free. That's super because we talk for hours every day.
We really fell for each other. So after a few months of phone calls, text messages, and emails, we are finally going to meet. Am I nervous? A little. I'm more excited than anything else.
Yes, it's a bit of a risk. But anything worth anything involves risk. This risk is minimal, because I know Russ. He is kind, compassionate, smart, funny, and sexy as hell. (I know my brothers and son are gagging right now.)
So I'm happy. All we need to do is make sure the sparks are the same in person as they are on the phone.
I'm crazy about the guy.