There is a charming gentleman flying up to see me in a couple weeks and I'm pleased and looking forward to meeting him. I admit when we first started talking I wondered at myself for bothering this man. Yet, I kept calling, and on occassion he even called me. In June when I went to Wisconsin to see my daughter graduate I was harmlessly flirting with an old friend when this friend turned to me and said, "I can't flirt with you anymore. You're geographically undesirable." Well, there you go. A good honest flirt dropped to the pavement and the three second rule just doesn't apply there.
I can't say that I've been outright flirting with the charming gentleman. It felt more like a friendship. An exchange of ideas. A checking in, a somebody to talk to. 'Cept lately...I can honestly say I'm flirting. This evening I find myself wondering what the hell I'm up to. I'm still geographically undesirable (except in a different direction) - so what am I doing?
My friend here in the northwest tells me to knock off the mental bull coagulating in my brain and go have fun. Which, quite frankly, I intend to do. I'm looking forward to the visit. I have no idea what I'm getting into. Honestly, neither can this charming gentelmen. Oh, woe is he that wants to meet me.
Anticipation is a living, breathing thing this evening. Now there's an interesting thought.