His name is Hunter

My date for the "Senior" Prom 

A few weeks ago we put on a prom for the senior citizens in the community. Hunter wouldn't leave me alone all night. He would see me across the room and make a bee line for me, grab my arm, say "let's dance!" and drag me out on the dance floor. Too bad most men my age aren't that assertive. Speaking of men... I have resigned myself to the reality that Kerri, finding herself in a committed relationship sealed for eternity, will continue to live vicariously through me until she succeeds in sealing my fate. Woman, you are lucky I have a good sense of humor about this whole e harmony thing. But don't think I won't be punching you in the neck as soon as I see you in Nashville in April. It's coming....

p.s. notice the snowflake necklace.