So he called me when he got here and we arranged a time and a date: hiking in Little Cottonwood Canyon. He said he preferred to wear flip flops to hike in so I made sure I chose something easy.
The day arrived and the doorbell rang. I peeked out the peephole and liked what I saw. (I suppose I should consider myself lucky for meeting the bare minimum standard of the 'fish-eye' effect from a half-painted over peep hole.) I opened the door and was instantly attracted to him. (Well...I DO have that animal attraction thing going for me!) He was wearing baggy jeans that were rolled up at the bottom, a black t-shirt and flip flops as promised. Thinking back on that day I can’t help but smile. This was the beginning.
We went on our hike and talked and laughed. We got dinner and talked some more. I liked him. He drove barefoot. (One must be in harmony with one's environment. I'm nothing if not Feng Shui.)
