<p>I met my Latin Lovah last Spring.  We had a handful of dates and then...</p>

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<p>We didn't see each other again until this past Friday night.   :-)</p>

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<p>I know this sounds incredibly strange but...</p>

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<p>I've been sooooooo busy with all things blog and puppy and life.  I've had no desire to complicate things further with men.  When I am in need of a shot of testosterone, I have plenty of male friends to hang out with.</p>

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<p>But Latin Lovah kept checking in regularly via text with invitations of mixing his signature homemade sangria for me.  I took this as text code for "booty call".  Wouldn't you?</p>

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<p>I kept declining "sangria" invites, and then around the 7 month mark, I caved.</p>

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<p>I asked Latin Lovah if we could stage this little fiesta at my house.  (Bonus:  Bella is happy after me working all week.  Added bonus:  Latin Lovah is a vet which means that I could shamelessly solicit free advice and possibly even a quick home exam.)</p>

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<p>Latin Lovah arrived with ingredients in hand to mix his magic.  Bella took to him like flies on caca, and that's all I can say for now because Latin Lovah is SUCH a good sport for allowing me to plaster his mug and our evening up in a public forum</p>

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