Entry 5

Walking, it is like a combination of an upper and a downer. While I am walking, I feel like I have extra energy and I actually enjoy doing it. It isn’t terribly stressful, at least the pace I choose to take... but when I got home from the park with Molly, man was I beat. It was all I could do to make myself some dinner, feed Molly and get into the shower. I didn’t even bother to go through the mail before lying down to rest for just a few minutes.

And then, oh no! I fell asleep on the couch and missed my regular call with Jon. We had been talking every night after dinner... keeping each other updated on our daily events and talking more about ourselves. I have learned a lot about Jon, including the recent death of his father, whom he had been very close to. The older man had passed away, leaving Jon a business to run and a mother to care for. What a sweet man he is... he speaks with such fondness of his parents!

But after the walk with Molly and the time at the park playing frisbee, I was wiped. I had a fabulous dream though... with Jon starring as the handsome hero. But I missed talking to him. I hope he wasn’t upset. Well, as long I am up, I might as well tackle that mail before heading off to bed.

He is just unbelievable! Where is this man from? How could he be so amazingly sweet and thoughtful. There I was, just going through the mail to make sure there was nothing urgent, and there's this letter in there from the local shelter, telling me that money was donated in Molly's honor! And it was from Jon! How could he? We'd talked for quite a long period of time about how I'd come to adopt Molly and how I felt there were so many lovable animals in the shelter who needed homes, that I would never think of purchasing a puppy from a pet store. What a man... not only generous in spirit, but generous with his money. So I called him, even though it was late, and thanked him profusely for being such a kind-hearted person. He poo-pooed me, but then dropped the bomb I'd been anticipating for a while. Doesn't mean it was any easier to deal with! He wants to go out on a date. More specifically, he wants me to come to his apartment for dinner. He's promised to cook steaks and baked potatoes. Holy mama, I am in trouble.

Samantha