What the . . . am I doing?

Who am I kidding. I know exactly what I'm doing, but I'm not sure I'm comfortable with it. On my little island getaway a few weeks ago, I met an interesting guy. He's pretty hot too. He works in the hotel where I stayed and we connected immediately. I wrote about my new friend already, and we've kept in touch since.

The day we met was his birthday. He was glowing with positive energy. We talked several times each day during my stay and we flirted. He's a masculine, cool guy but he's not too cool to show he's happy. He's curious to learn and experience new things.  I feel good when I'm around him because he loves life.

That happiness is such a turn on. 

He talks about what he has done and his goals to have his music played in the U.S. He also shares how he takes care of himself by working out and biking and getting good medical attention. He tells me he's proud and impressed by my accomplishments. And he also talks about his love for sex. With his firm but gentle touch and passionate kisses, there's no doubt he's a good lover. He wants me to come back for another visit and spend more time together. He wants to know my body; what sex would be like. 

As much drive and enthusiasm as he has, I'm not sure it's enough to get him off of that island. And that's a problem. Our lives are worlds apart, plus a four-hour plane trip.

I admit, I'm curious too. It's tempting.

Love to the single girls,
Addison