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Hello.

I’m so sorry for being absent. I met someone and we’ve been busy talking. I haven’t had a chance to write much the past week.

Hehehe. I’m totally kidding. I’ve met no one and have the same personal life I had last year. But I had you going for like a second, right? No? Okay.

So, Nikki met a guy. He’s a cowboy. Like a real one and not one of those that got their asses kicked by Green Bay last Sunday. Speaking of which, I spent the entire game trying to de-knot my yarn ball and by the end of the game, I was ready to rip someone’s face off. On the bright side, my scarf is coming along nicely. Anyway, she met a bull fighter in Vegas. Now even though I grew up in Texas, it doesn’t mean I know poo about rodeos.

She was pretty giddy when she told me about this guy. Well, as giddy as you can get through text messaging. When she said that he was a bull fighter my mind immediately went to Spanish bull fighters. “Like with a red cape and a spear?” I asked her.  I was kind of horrified, because I do not enjoy the stabbing of bulls. Nikki had to school me on American rodeos.

Anyway, growing up you’d never know that Nikki was part of a family that enjoyed rodeos. She ran away from it and towards hockey you might say. She was a hockey freak in high school. To my knowledge she’s never dated a “roper” (that’s what we called cowboys in high school). She’s in the “industry” out in L.A. and so far the men she’s dated have been in the industry as well. Minus one or two. Cowboys have never been on her radar and when we were younger, she kind of kept them off. Now she’s got herself one.

Am I jealous? No. I am happy that she’s met someone.

I just have one question. Does he smell delicious?