Whenever I get to meet somebody who seems to be a potential dating partner, I get emotionally carried away. I hope it's her. Please, dear God, let it be her. Could she be the one? Oh, I hope she's the one! ...even though I know I need to play it cool.
I know what I want, and when it seems close...I dunno, I just kinda can't help myself. I'm like a kid three days before Christmas. It got that way with my thoughts about Lynn last week, even though the pragmatic and logical side of me knew it was absolutely no dice, 'cause she lives in Orlando...and, who the hell even knows if she's interested. I think, many times, though, I assume a woman's lack of interest before she has even sorted it out for herself.
I think, sometimes, when you are looking for something big like love or opportunity of any variety, you try to visualize it at every turn and in every situation. Every hint of happiness or attainment of the goal becomes a romanticized, wistful walk down a primrose path that is viewed through a misty-eyed mind's eye wearing rose-colored glasses.
The same was true last week and still lingers on this cool and dreary Monday afternoon. The search continues...
"She's So Fine", Flash Cadillac & the Continental Kids.
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