Chess queen!

RAR! I just beat LJ at chess--well, OK, it was almost a draw and so finally he orchestrated his own death by telling me how to kill him. Hah! Yesterday I spent a while trying to get FC to play but he couldn't figure out something with his PC. Tomorrow I'll see him online and we'll set that up. I feel bad--he waited for me all morning to play and I didn't show because I was doing something else. :( He's so sweet--he made me feel really good about staying in GA over Christmas. I think FC is just about the only person who can talk to me these days and make me feel totally at ease no matter what. Two sentences from him are worth more than 1000 from most anyone else. His heart is gold. I wrote him a poem to say thank you, I hope he likes it. Yesterday he was telling me how he saw an American white lady wearing Igbo (tribal) dress. Her husband is Igbo. I keep telling FC that I'd like to marry an Igbo. He laughs in his sweet way.
The Igbo marriage ceremony is great. Before the wedding Mass, the couple meet with friends and family and the bride takes a sip of palm wine. Then she searches the gathered crowd where her groom is hiding, and when she spots him she gives him the palm wine to drink after her. An Igbo wedding can take 12 days to prepare! FC says he is going to save up to buy me an Igbo dress. I don't care what he doesn't say, that boy and I are going to be married! (If he doesn't become a priest and if he and I can be in the same country!) He knows how I feel; he must. The other day I came the closest to telling him. "Much love," I said, and he said it back verbatim. But there's no way I'm telling him you-know-what first!