All the charm of a bad boy
Moosey came by to visit yesterday and we had Turkish cay and pumpkin spice cake with some slices of fresh cantalope. He talked to me about his business and we figured out things he could do differently at some of his restaurants. He’s a bad boy, no doubt, but he has always had this mysterious charm that gets me everytime. I’ve come to accept him for who he is and enjoy his company without expectations. For some reason, that seems to offer the most enjoyable of relations – no expectations, lively conversation, and a certain something something that floats just underneath a thin surface.