I’ve wanted to share some of the details of my foray into the world of dating, and in particular those involving Clint.
But first, I want to share a brief story. (Humor me - I'm fragile.) Although my parents weren’t in my life long enough to share their many words of wisdom, I certainly learned many, many things by their actions and their deeds. And I do remember one important thing that my father did repeat to me many times over, and it was this.
“If you don’t have anything nice to say about someone, then don’t say anything at all.”
And so, as I prepare to talk about Clint I want to say this: I'm not going to say anything at all.
Now, someone answer the door. I think the rest of the frogs are ready for their shot. (Do I have anything in my teeth?)