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hear.”
    Thinking
ahead, I asked, “Candi will you bring with you what you plan on wearing for our
two weeks on the bike? I’m shipping clothes ahead at different locations so we
can travel light. It’s a little complicated, ensuring we have all the warm and
cold clothes we might need in advance. We can hash it out together.”
    “Sure,”
Candi replied. “How many bags can I bring with me on the bike?”
    “Just
one,” I hesitantly answered. “About the size of a large backpack.”
    “Well,
D, that will just about hold my makeup and blow dryer … and oh … maybe my
thongs.”
    “No
worries, darlin’.”
    “Look,”
she continued, “I understand the guy thing, D, really I do, but I will not wear the same clothes for longer than two days. Period! ”
    “It
will be fine, I assure you.   I’ve
done this many times. We won’t be wearing the same undies for more than two
days in a row!” My flirtatious chuckle seemed to calm her to some degree.
“There are ways around packing all your goodies.”
    “You’d
better be sure on this one, Captain Courageous. I don’t travel light!”
    “We’re
good, Candi, that’s why I’m shipping stuff ahead. There will be room for some
finer things. I travel light, but classy, K?”
    “I
trust you. You’ll make it happen.”
    “Another
thing Candi, Could you find a sun dress in your wardrobe?”
    “Oh,
suuuure,” she chided. “I can just see me in a sundress on the bike with it
blowing up and over my hat and showing my backside to the world. I’d be on You
Tube by nightfall.”
    “Chill,
baby. It’s for this weekend. I’d love to see you in a colorful sun dress, while
you’re at the lake.”
    “Oh,
then in that case, I’ll see if I can dig up a few,” she announced, already
mentally rummaging through her closets.
    “Oh,
yeah,” I continued. “It’s called a helmet, not a hat. We ride in helmets that
will totally flatten down your hair between stops. That’s what your makeup case
is for.” I was getting a little frustrated with the wardrobe chitchat, so I
changed the subject and reminded her of the lovely evening lake trip, I had
planned for Friday night.
    Friday
afternoon finally arrived and Candi texted she was on her way to the lake.
Visions of sharing the beauty of Dale Hollow while learning more about her
inspired me. Just what did she see in me? I pondered. How did I get so lucky to
keep her coming back for more?
    Stepping
down from the clouds, reality set in and the thoughts of just where our relationship
was heading startled me. After only two fleeting encounters, I worried about
the speed of our rushed rendezvous. We had become masters of stretching time
and finding ways to make our encounters special. How could it move this far,
this fast, in such a short time? Candi and I met quite by accidental avoidance,
I could say. We bonded almost immediately. Our second rendezvous was primarily
just lust, plain and simple. Now, on the cusp of our third outing, I
contemplated just how to handle myself, during our time together. I was quite
certain that our old friend, Mr. Lust, would be tagging along for the
adventure, but I honestly hoped we could delve into getting to know one another
in a more genuine way. I wanted to show her that my kindness and caring for her
was not a show for her favors. Granted, being male, I loved every ounce of her
wares, but I wanted this get-together to be special on all accords. I longed
for Candi to get to know me, for me. Though sexual to the other side of the Big
Bang, I embrace a woman I care about, with every fiber of my being, trying to
shower her with kindness, appreciation and eventually, love. Some men might
call that butt kissing, but I chalk it up to true heartfelt appreciation. If a
woman is giving in and of herself, she deserves happiness and all the attention
a man can offer. It’s a two way street … and like my last marriage attests, one
way traffic, along a dead end road, in a marriage leads to disaster