Call him cherry. Willow. Olive. Apple. Oak.
Hickory. Ohh, call him Hickory!
Well, Willow is the nickname here for my ex Rosewood's mother, so maybe not. I picked "Cypress" because he has a morbid sense of humor. Don't think he's old or serious enough yet to be a Hickory or an Oak, but... maybe...
I am so, so full of squees. Let me tell you, he is just ... I met the guy I just broke up with and was enamored because he laughed louder than anyone else and seemed to have a vivacious sense of humor, and was super-handsome, but I discovered slowly that he wasn't that interested in having adventures or exploring things, and wasn't a very creative guy in the end. But this one, somehow, the first time I really talked to him one-on-one, I thought: "Oh, he's one of mine." That happens to me very rarely. With Rosewood, with Rosewood's little brother Aspen, with Thyme. Those are the only three I've met who resonated with me in that way, and I've had very close relationships with all of them.
So, you know... maybe. Maybe!
also, @vector
thank you, I'll try that.
You're welcome.
Vector appearing out of nowhere with decent advice is best vector. Hi!
Vector being back always qualifies as a happy thing. [waves].
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Howdy~ I'm here as of last night, actually, and will be here a little bit longer as my life re-settles. Probably just a couple of weeks, I would expect. My hard work on everything is still paying off, but I've been depressed and losing weight for a while so I'm trying to make sure I keep in social contact and hearing good things that are happening to other people.