It was Friday the 13th, there was a full moon and both of us found ourselves in places that were not the norm but somehow, for some reason, thinking about each other. I think this was meant to happen—it is just too coincidental to not be fate. I certainly do not regret pursuing this with you—it has been on my mind for at least two years. I cannot stop hitting the replay button and getting tingly thinking about our next sleepover. Your directness makes me blush, and I think that you being older makes you that much sexier. Plus, you seem to have learned a few things over the years that I certainly appreciate. My only complaint is that you have too many responsibilities that are keeping you from being in my bed on a more regular basis...knock it off, come pull my hair! I know that for so many reasons we can't work and will never actually be together, but I can't help but wonder if the situation were different, would I actually fall for you? -Smitten