My body trembled from the thought.I grabbed my phone and called him up and after a few rings it went to voice mail.I then opened my window curtain and...peered out to see if he was in the side yard.No where to be seen..(I know...sad face).Feeling a bit disappointed i walked though the house to the back glass slide door to see if he may have been in the back yard.Knowing i had to be careful due to having rather rude judgmental neighbors house behind mine. I opened the long d****s just enough to. .”“My name is Kirsten, and I think I love you...” she blurted out , and then laughed. Across the table, she could see the two young girls still staring.“Nice to meet you Kirsten. You can call me Fay. Kirsten. Hmmm... Did you know that name is of Scandanavian origin, meaning Follower Of Christ?”“Umm... no. I mean... I was named after my great-grandma, it was her name, she was Scottish. And, uh, my family is not really super-religious. I mean, I don’t have a lot of faith in organized. Water, power, and sewage. That is where I parked it until I decided to sell it. You said just for storage and some weekend uses, right?”“Yeah Gunny. From Sunday through Friday it will just sit there. But on some weekends my girlfriend and I will probably stay in it. And on other weekends we are planning on some road trips. Vegas, Anaheim, LA, things like that. It will be more comfortable than my truck, and we will save money on hotel rooms.”We talked a bit more, and he held out his hand and we. What's a good way to start(approach him, find out if he's interested)?Note: A number of letters from interested GG's was received. Theseletters fell into several distinct groups (with some exceptions ofcourse) of which this is the first. In general the number ofletters received was inversely proportional to age, that isyounger women expressing interest more often than older ones andthe number of respondents declining as age increased (hardly asurprise).This letter represents the first group,.