Tentative thoughts

My imagination may be running away with me these last couple days. I suppose I need to get myself back in line. Sometimes my imagination can take over. I've been known to project my thoughts and anticipations onto the object of my imagination. I'm feeling tentative this evening about saying anything...but my brain won't let me be.

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.