Hi all. I wrote in past July about ny second cousin. When we met (he picked me up at the Greyhound Terminal on to see my aunt, his mother), right away he said "I wish you weren't my cousin." (I wish I could find that last post).
Anyway, I stayed there for one week, he was always, there, and we got to know a little about each other. He took back to the terminal, he helped me on the bus, etc. We hugged when it was time for him to leave the bus before we pulled out. But the hug was beautiful! So beautiful in fact that my seat mate thought cousin was my man!