Yes it's true... I am now a bad person. [insert frowny face here]
Why, you ask? Because I met a rare person - Kilo, a physical soul mate. LOL. Sounds funny, eh? He is what I wanted, needed, to be happy, to forget about everything else... you know. Any excuse works.
So he's 12 years younger than me and desperately wanted a "relationship", as he is still nursing a heart-break as a jilted groom last year. I was going to meet him on Saturday because I liked him for his 6'3" frame, red-blonde hair, and muscles. I was going to meet him because he was incredibly smart for his age, and incredibly experienced in the art of wooing, and because he said everything that I wanted to hear.
But he wanted a relationship. He is not even out of college yet.
As much as I thought I wanted an "instant" relationship with all the trimmings.... I don't. IT NEEDS TO BE RIGHT. I told all of this to my Guardian Angel last night, who promptly whipped my morals back into shape and encouraged me to write an email to cancel the date (even gave a few suggested lines).
Perhaps I'm not that bad afterall? I was praying all afternoon about how bad I felt about this... just needed to confide in GA, who could help me focus for a minute.
Bad thing #2:
Walked by a homeless person who was "sleeping" in the grass, on my way to lunch. On my way back from lunch, the paramedics where "wheeling" him into the "ambulance". Not sure if he was dead or alive. Bad Dog, Dorothy!
Thanks Jesus, for Duckies... and Guardian Angles (even the human variety)...
Dot.
Thursday, April 27, 2006
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I guess then, what I would like to know is this: Is MW the Guardian Angel? Because I think I don't trust the motives of ANYONE unless it was Destiny, who has your back big time, or Babs, because she's your surrogate Mommy.
Be careful. And if the GA is male, I'd not trust it as far as I could throw it. You don't want to be fought over like in High School and not have control over the person you go out with because THEY decide amongst themselves, do you?
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