I love my rocks. Anyone who knows me even half way, knows I love my rocks.

I’ve been given some amazingly cool rocks, crystals and gems over the years and they are all in my room displayed in a really cool holding thingy.

I’m proud of them and the energies that come from them is amazing.

There is this man, whom I have known for 5 years. We had a sort of a one night fling 5 years ago. And for the past 5 years we have remained friends and he has come to see me. Always asking me to go out with him, or he would just sit outside with me and talk for hours.

Shhhh… sometimes he would try to steal a kiss or hold my hand and I was in a relationship and would always make him stop, cause I’m a good girl.

Well I am no longer committed right. RIGHT… So when he asked me to lunch one day, I shocked him by saying yes.

Long story short. We have been talking and communicating and kinda hanging out a bit. I am going to call him Rock man {Thank you She and Artie seconding the idea}

He is a driver for a company in my town he is from here, lived here his whole life. When he was on the road last week I asked him to pick me up a rock in CA and NM {states I have never been to} so on Tuesday he comes to see me.

He runs back out to the car to get my rock, when he come into the room he says Seren look I have your rock {all big smiles} he didn’t have a rock he had a fuckin’ boulder.

check that sucker out, it’s sitting next to my book shelf in my bedroom.

He smiled all big when I got excited about it.. HB told me he brought rocks for his kids and has one in his bedroom. He loved the idea of having a piece of the Mojave {did I spell the right} desert.

I think I like Rock Man.

EDIT... In light of the thread, HB will now be called Rock Man if he is ever talked about again. Cause that is a better name thanks to She naming him and Artie seconding it. It’s settled.