My first date with my bull took place on a Thursday in December.If you’ve ever been to Missouri in the wintertime you know that the winters here are bitterly cold and usually extremely snowy.We said our goodbyes to Steven and the dogs and my bull placed me into his town car and off we went to meet or reservations that Steven had made for us.
Even though the weather outside was horrible, nothing…..
NOTHING was going to ruin this experience for my husband and he made preparations accordingly.
The experience your about to have is something I cannot accurately describe.
The only useful information I could even conceivable give you is what my first date with my bull was like.
I was dressed to kill, my hair and nails were completely finished and even by my own standards…. Over and over again, I pondered what the evening would be like. Steven and my bull had been making Smalltalk for about ten minutes before I gathered enough courage to head downstairs.
I would ask myself questions I had no way of predicting the answers too. With each step I could feel my confidence and my excitement grow.
I looked into Stevens eyes and whispered; “I could have come this far without you…I love you so much”.
After leaving Stevens embrace, I turned around to find my bulls arms enveloping me and lifting my petite frame into his six foot three grasp and into a wonderful and exhilaratingly passionate kiss.
The day’s conversation while shopping and preparing let us become closer to one another than we had in years.
Once home, I was left to take a light nap and get ready, while Steven made refreshments and began the waiting process.
By the time I reached the landing I was positively soaked with excited anticipation.