I'm in love.
It happened this weekend.
A weak moment + a chance encounter = a moment to remember.
What (cause you know it "ain't" a who) is the object of my affection?
Feast your eyes on this.
Dark chocolate to be exact.
The most beautiful part?
I can indulge without guilt.
Now show me a woman who can have her chocolate guilt-free and I'll show you one happy-ass woman!
Guess that means my ass is happy.
Yes...oh, yes it is...