I'll have more pictures from the entire trip coming up this week, but I have to tell you about my new boyfriend from San Francisco.
We've chosen to keep his identity private because, ya know, stalkers and the media and everything... but I found him in the candy store of all places! He came with a lot of promises and I trusted him to not let me down.
I've heard of men being "growers," but this seemed like the ultimate grower AND shower! So we went on our first date- a picnic in Point Lobos near the cliffs and the water. I drove, but it was hard to concentrate with this babe of a shotgun rider.
The view was incredible. We sat on a bench, shared a sandwich, and it was all so good we even had our first kiss there.
He then took me to a beach with purple and pink colored sand- it's like he just got me right away! And he even let me bury him.
And can we talk about how good my new favorite hunk looks in the sunset light?! I was falling in love with the quickness. I already knew that I could follow him anywhere in this world.
Our next date started with drinks, of course. I was hoping to take advantage of him this time so I got the big stuff.
It worked. Look what I got to wake up to in the morning. *insert heart eye emoji here*
Then something weird happened. I left him to sleep in his own waterbed for one night, and he woke up looking different. He had bumps everywhere, was a bit *soft* when I was handling him.
Hmph. You leave a guy alone for one night and he gets an STD and/or moves on?! It wasn't right.
Suddenly he showed up outside my hotel with my favorite flowers. Typical.
But of course I gave in, and we had a lovely bae-side dinner.
And then, one final California sunset. How can you hate a man who will pose for all your pictures and get you flowers?! Spoiler alert: You can't.
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