Edited to add:
I just took this off protected because I got his permission to write about him or us or whatever I want.
It’s way too late to be writing but I said I’d tell you about him so I will give a quick description. We just got back from an amazing night of adventure so my memory is fresh. He wore the black beret and he always carries his cane. His sport coat was gray gaberdine with a bit of pattern. I remember faint lines running through it. The salt-and-pepper beard, which I love, looked good against the black of his dress shirt. That had an interesting collar. He probably wore black jeans. I could feel the thick fabric when I patted his knee, wanting to direct his attention to the dance floor. He shares his glasses with me, and they seem just as well suited to a woman. He certainly wears more jewelry than I, what with the rings and fancy watch. He even has longer hair, when it’s not in the usual ponytail. His lips look full and soft, and he’s got the bluest eyes that hold mine longer and longer. I like being with this man who has so much presence.
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