Since my last post about D, we’ve hung out in Georgia once (probably back in May) and hooked up in June (a few days before his birthday).
When we “hung” out, he texted me Sunday afternoonish asking me what I was doing. I was napping when he sent the text. Of course all excited about getting some attention from Mr. D, I texted him back saying I wasn’t doing anything. He wanted to go to Atlanta and hang out at the park (Piedmont of all places). I was down to get out of the house and spending some time with him, though it was a little late in the afternoon. I found out that he had been at home all week because he was recovering from surgery in his groin area (inner thigh). Supposedly he had a tumor or growth in the area that was causing him pain. He finally had it removed, but was told to take it easy by his doctor.
