Once upon a time there was a girl named Joanna (Jo for short) who was growing more and more disillusioned with the male population. Sinking into despair, she had almost resigned herself to the nunnery when her neighbor Heather and the glaring reality that she was not Catholic presented her with another option. Lo and behold, Heather's strapping young male cousin Jake--who had just returned from wrestling alligators and serving the Lord--was seeking a little lady to scratch his back and stroke his tummy.
When Heather insisted that she had kin who might tempt Jo away from a life of celibacy, Jo immediately took the initiative to make contact with the prince charming. Needless to say, it was a success. They talked, and they talked, and they talked on the phone. Some of their deepest conversations included motherhood, the size of wedding rings, whether or not Jo would actually
be goofy--boy did she show Jake--and family dynamics. Everything clicked. All that was left was for them to actually meet.The perfect opportunity arrived when Jake picked Jo up from the Salt Lake Airport on her way back form Thanksgiving break. Jo was to be wearing gray corduroy pants and a purple shirt, and Jake would be wearing a light blue shirt and--in his own words--would be dashingly good looking. It was love at first sight....
...MORE TO COME...
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