I found a boy to hold hands with on the Way. He has nice strong hands. He's French. We sometimes speak French. He makes delicious pasta and he doesn't think I smell bad, even after a day or two without a shower. (Yeah.) He has very nice blue eyes because his mother was the illegitamate child of a visiting Dutchman. And he likes to kiss my cheek, which I appreciate.
He is a Wanderer, just like the song, with a girl in each town (literally), so I haven't started daydreaming. He only believes in monogamy for the making and raising of children, which he wants to do in an eco-village (commune style). So, yeah, this is just for now, Dad; don't start planning the wedding. And Dideric, don't look at me like that. A girl needs a hand to hold sometimes. Just until the 24th when he is done. That's all. :)
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