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Do you believe in love at first sight?

Greetings, readers. An interesting thing happened to me last evening at the weekly church dinner. I don’t go to it very often, but I really enjoy the spaghetti dinner with all the fixings. I met someone there who I can honestly say gave me such an emotional high that I had to come home and analyze what happened. Let me explain.

While trying to find a table to sit at, I happened to come upon a very sweet lady. Her name is Rose. Now, I don’t talk to people confidently the first time I meet them. I’m either nervous or flustered. But with Rose, it felt like all the shields came down and I could talk to her as though I had known her for years. She went to sit at her table and I sat at my table. I conversed with my friend Terry, my good friend from my apartment building, while we ate. I finished before he did and I took my plates up to the dirty dishes bin. I just happened to see this dazzling young lady again. As chance would have it, with my memory issue that I call oatmeal brain, I was fully ready to admit that I had forgotten her name. To my surprise, and I must admit to my delight, she told me that she had forgotten mine. This gave me an opportunity to ask for hers again. After she told me – I was in the process of shaking her hand and was gently holding it – I said, “I know how I am going to remember your name. You are as pretty as a rose.” Unless I totally misread her facial expression, I think she was impressed. Again, I’m not dashing or debonair with strangers of the opposite gender, but every once in a while I can be.

On my walk home, I knew I wasn’t in love, but for the first time I understood the feeling that people have when they do experience love at first sight. I was on an emotional high. I could not stop thinking about this absolutely gorgeous woman.¬†Am I going to the church dinner next week? You better believe it. In my current situation, I think the best thing I can hope for is a very good friend. For one thing, I’m not going to take for granted that she would be interested in me, although there is only one way to find out. For another thing, with my financial situation the way it is, I just don’t see marriage in my future.

Now I know what you are thinking. I just met her and I’m mentioning marriage in my blog the next day. Readers, you have to understand. I have very vivid imaginative daydreams. Whatever this friendship develops into, if anything, is going to be a very slow process. Over the years, I’ve scared women by going too quickly and lost others by not going fast enough. As I told Rebecca earlier today, even if I get a good friend out of this, as a social media companion or a Panera coffee buddy, that’s okay by me. There is always room for one more friend.

Until next week, have a great weekend, take care and happy reading.


My personal Valentine’s Day massacre

Greetings, readers. As you may guess, as the title implies, I don’t much care for St. Valentine’s Day. I have had horrendous luck with the opposite gender, and have been alone on Valentine’s Day many more times than not. Yesterday, something caught my eye which I shall be happy to share with you now.

Yesterday morning, at my favorite hangout, Panera Bread cafe, as I enjoyed my favorite coffee and cookie, I saw a college couple obviously on what might be considered their first coffee date. I, because I am a writer, went into something I call observation mode. For several minutes I keenly observed this young couple almost to the point of staring at them. Remembering my knowledge from psychology classes, the young lady must have been interested in her new friend, because she was leaning forward with her arms on the table and she wore an almost unceasing smile.

He, as well, was quite cheerful and did his very best to be charming, debonaire, and he seemed to making conversation that included her and her likes. Toward the end of the lunch date, though I could not get the complete details, I believe he was inviting her to some kind of Valentine’s Day party for tomorrow evening. She eagerly checked her date calendar and told him that even though she had something scheduled for earlier that evening, she would definitely, “… try to make it.” Now, being an observer, I could tell that with that smile of hers, that she was not simply trying to polite. She really liked this guy and was really going to try to go.

When they got up to leave, I noticed her carrying something. It looked like a wrapped up single flower. I remember thinking this guy has class. No wonder she likes him. This reminds me of an event that happened many years ago with Georgia. I don’t remember if she was my girlfriend or my wife at the time. I had made reservations at a nice restaurant and asked for a specific table. Now Georgia was not one to like surprises but I was going to try to surprise her anyway. I had ordered a dozen long-stemmed roses to be delivered at the restaurant while we were there. It could not have come off more perfectly. She loved them.

Getting getting back to the massacre part of this title. Tomorrow I am taking a personal day off so that I can slide through this day as quickly and painlessly as humanly possible. This has an added benefit for my friend and writing assistant Rebecca, who has a special someone with whom to enjoy the day.

To wrap up, along with a new blog post today, I hope to put a small one up on Friday – small because Rebecca and I will be doing other work related things. If by some chance you don’t see a new blog post on Friday, enjoy your weekend, take care and happy reading.