We shared some silent moments, made some small talk and generally stumbled through some awkward silence. It wasn’t long before our mutual chemistry bonded and we were gently moving closer to each other. They found it easy to get cozy and snuggle right in after a few short hours.
As we talked and gently touched, Vivian looked at me for a bit longer than a glance. I clearly picked up on some energy and as we locked eyes, Vivian said quietly, “I don’t kiss reclusive mountain men… sorry”
So, you wonder, where the hell does that leave you? You’re essentially Richard Gere in Pretty Woman wondering how much this night is going to cost you, and you think about tossing your guest down the cliff face and moving on with your regular evening of trapping squirrels and skinning them for kebabs. No, you push through, and accept the information that seems somewhat unsolicited at this point.
Your curiosity gets the most of you by this point and you ask, “Well, if you don’t kiss reclusive mountain men, what do you do?” The response, comes without a flinch and they’re giving you a laundry list of interests that almost reads like a menu. You want to ask, “My choice?” but you resist.
Fast forward to the next day, when they’re still hanging around basecamp, and you don’t really want them to run away because after all, you find out that they do in fact “Kiss reclusive mountain men”
Send them home, you’re faced with the torment…. Is now the time to come down off of this mountain, or should I move basecamp again to secure my location? Who knows, lets see if Vivian finds their way back to basecamp.
Anyone know where to rent a limo in the mountains? I might need it if things go the way they did in Pretty Woman.
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