… her name is Jamie… And I like her because she is smart and funny. She is nice to me. She likes to buy people gifts and make them food – that’s how she expresses that she cares. She always tries to give things that are meaningful or have a shared story. She is pretty tough on herself but she doesn’t let people see that. She’s actually a real softy if she let’s you in. She likes cheese about as much as I do and she likes poutine. Can’t say that about everyone. Which is ridiculous. Gravy. Cheese. Potato. Come on people! She’s up for just about anything, anytime – except for my taking her picture. She let’s me listen to 80′s music for at least a portion of our roadtrips. She knows a bunch of stuff about a bunch of things. She’ll drive to Vancouver from the Okanagan to pick me up and will return me at the end of the weekend when I don’t want to drive. It drives her crazy when Adam and I use business speak with each other like “touch base”. And she is pretty. Nuff said.




























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