More reason to love the thorough, intuitive, talented writers of The West Wing:
This morning, I got more love from these guys. It was very nice.
Last night, The Frenchman took me to a delicious creperie, where we indulged in crepes, steak tartare and other French delicacies to celebrate three years since the night we met. I reminded him of the goofy things he said to me while he was high on endorphins. He reminded me how I barged in on his “chat date” with a gal he’d met online. Okay, okay — when you’re a fabulous Leo woman, sometimes you just don’t see anyone else in the playing field. Sue me.