My "boyfriend" Julio called me again this morning, waking me up four minutes before my alarm was supposed to ring.
I think if this happens again, I should probably listen until the end of the recording instead of hanging up in a knee-jerk reaction.
It's just creepy, that's all.
Anyway, I want my four minutes of sleep, dangit!
In other news, I massaged a young man from Ireland today. Rowr. I confess to a weakness...I'm a sucker for accents. Doesn't matter what kind, but if I'm not careful, I melt into a puddle, right there in front of you!
And yesterday, I massaged a lady who made me want to move to Texas even more than I already do. A 76-year-old from Houston, she and her husband of 54 years worked the family ranch for 46 years until their doctors convinced them to move to the city where better medical care was available. As she put it (which made me giggle), "I thought we'd grow old together and die on the ranch. But we didn't die!"
What a classy lady, I hope I see her again soon.