Falling In Love

Dear You

It's funny. Even when writing here, in cyberspace, under cover, and without anyone's real knowledge, I hesitate.

But here goes. Deep breath.

When I first saw you on Facebook, I thought to myself - what a sweet, cute, darling man. You don't exactly make my toes curl, which is what I have been grappling with over the last few days. But some part of me, the part that hums quietly in the background, is attracted to you as if an imaginary string has been tied on either end to each of us.

OK that sounds drastic.

I like you. I like your smile, your mind, the way you looked at me as if I was half loony but quite extraordinary when I told you I wanted a golf buggy. I think you actually thought I was cute then, and you were slightly amazed.

Since then, you and I have struck up a strange little correspondence. While discussing work, personal details have easily slipped in. Maybe that's just your nature. Maybe. Obviously, I've done my snooping - trawling through your Facebook pages, your online journal, your web page. I don't get a sense you've done that. Of course you haven't, why would you.

Anyway, I find myself looking forward to hearing from you. And wanting to tell you about my day. As if it's of consequence to you ha ha!

SO here goes.

Today I woke up with the left overs of a migraine, or at least I think it was one. And Mom dropped in on me. Trust her antennae to pick up on when I play truant. Even now!

Last night, oh last night, I watched a hokey moview and fell in love with a man in it. Oh this man! Not so handsome but rugged, sweet, love written all over his face. And he reminded me of you.

OK, this confirms it. The me in a parallel universe is having a mid-life crisis.

LOL.