the best non-weekend that felt like a weekend

Absolutely way better than I thought it was going to be. Definitely one for the books.

I will say this: if I could go blues dancing for three or four hours every night of the week, I wouldn't need to watch what I eat, because I'd just sweat it all off. I mean, WOO! Talk about the best kind of workout.

............

I remembered you. I remembered what I felt. And when you told me about her, about how it was over and you were no more the worse for wear, it all came surging back, with new resiliance to common sense, saying, "This time, it's okay. It could work."

Something worked the past couple of days.

And without even listing off qualities, I think I can safely say that you are exactly what I may be looking for...whatever that is...if it weren't for a whole country separating our residences. "Just my luck," you said today. Exactly.

I didn't want you to go. Just hold me, and spin, and dance with me one more time, for a long time. Make my knees go weak with another one of those dynamite kisses of yours.

"Keep in touch." You'd better. You will, I have a feeling.

As for Mr. Smith, I know what I need to do now.