Happy Days

There is a blue moon this month.  I have a date this month.  Coincidence?  I think, maybe...not-so-much.  I'm happy.

I stopped by the diner to chat-up Ashley last night.  She had on some crazy-cool cat eye glasses.  Her retro is just so in-tune with almost everything I'm all about.  I told her I needed her number; she immidiately wrote down her home number, cell number, and address on an order pad and gave it to me straightaway.  I asked her to go dancing next Saturday; she immediately asked for that Saturday off so she could come out with me.  She thought of my time and the opportunity to share my company as important!  Its getting more and more difficult to think she's only being sweet and not interested in us getting to know each other.  I'm happy.

Now, I am not going on any far-flung flights-of-fancy about where this thing between the two of us is going.  I'm not even sure this thing is going anywhere.  I am just now getting comfortable thinking there is even a thing.  I'm happy.

I guess the next chapter is the getting-to-know each other chapter.  That sounds like so much fun to me.  And, not thinking too far out, it would be kinda nice to have a gal around to help me celebrate my birthday next month - at dinner, or a show, or both.  Its the idea of having somebody around to be able to talk to on a certain level that is not necessarily limited to any individual concept like romance or friendship or mutual intellectual and artistic interest - but, instead, all of that - that is what has me floating through this whole week on cloud nine.  I'm happy.

So it looks like I have accomplished my goal.  It looks like I actually am acceptable dating material.  I think I suspected it; and, many of my friends never, ever doubted it.  This time, though, I got it in writing.  And, yes, I'm happy!

"Blue Moon", Dean Martin.