Well, that makes things mighty interesting. I haven't seen that guy in YEARS.
And my, oh my, do I have some memories of him. Not that, you know, I'm still interested in him or anything. He was a brainy guy. A sexy brainy guy, but not the kind that would have interested me. I wanted the guy on the motorcycle. The break my heart and leave me wanting more kind.

And that was definitely not Jared.
Jared is a Golden Retriever. Reliable. Steadfast. Curl up by a fireplace and stay with you forever.

Lots of women would say, "oh, perfect."
But for me, the kind of woman who hates to stay in one place, who hates to even think about OWNING a fireplace, a Golden Retriever kind of man is terrifying. Give me a guy who likes to run and live a life of adventure and I'm all for it.
But he is cute, isn't he? Fills out a tux pretty nicely ;-). I wouldn't turn him away if I ran into him a bar. Might even have a drink with him. Or two.
Callie