Songs on the radio...

Every song I have heard on the radio today make me think of this fellah I have been spending way too much time on the phone with lately.

I know I mentioned in a previous blog that I have been talking to him endlessly the last few days. Hehe, I mentioned to him yesterday that I had briefly blogged about him, so today he says 'write any blogs lately?'

He thinks he's cheeky eh?

I don't want to write about him. But I do. I feel like if I do, I will jinx things.

It's like he reads my mind.

But how is it possible right?

I get that people are easy to talk to. I get that  I am, that he is. But there's this chemistry. Already.

Then there is the reality; I haven't even met him!

...... I'm sure I wrote it, I know he's said it, I feel like I'm in high school, studying the time to see if it's time to shoot a text, or a phone call.

He has become a part of my day, in a matter of days.

I want to ask how. But I really don't care how. I'm just happy it is.

I want to say that when we do link up, and if there is no chemistry in person, that I would be seriously disappointed, but I can't. Because it won't be like that. I just know that.

When you have finally succumbed to being happy with where you are....

By no means am I complaining about  this disruption, because  it's a happy one.

*My daughter walks into my room as I'm blogging, and informs me that my cousin and her got together for lunch to gossip about who I've been on the phone with lately. Geez.

I have found a happy place in the last few days. If nothing else.

And sore cheeks from smiling!

I really like this fellah. I don't know how.... I just do. It's so easy to talk to him for endless hours. We have so many things in common. Feel the same way about so many things. But yet we come from two different places in life, that still have things that resemble similarities. How is it that this fellah has me feeling like I will no longer be the "old cat-(Less) lady".

It's all about the timing. And this.... This, in my little world, is perfectly perfect.

I keep saying that I don't want to ask how.... But HOW!! How do I feel so strongly about someone who is a perfect stranger.... but isn't. Because I know him. Somehow... I know him. How can I feel "mushy gushy crap".

Good grief imagine when it's "real" I just might explode. Or he will, either or....

All the songs on the radio... make me think of you today. Can you please come out of my train of thoughts for a little bit... I do have to be productive with my day.