You know where this is going, don’t you?
To spare his dignity, just in case he happens upon this blog one day, let’s just say it wasn’t a match made in heaven. Five minutes after meeting him, I knew I had made a terrible, horrible, disastrous, life-altering mistake. For the next three days, I did everything I could to recover from my monumental failure in judgment. This event in my life ended up teaching me a great deal.
- I am capable of lapses in sanity at the sound of a deep, dark, and delicious male voice.
- I am quite able to be Bitch of the Year when trying to backpedal like mad. In other words, I can do some things I wish I’d never done – later.
- I love the euphoria that comes from falling in love, falling in love again, or just realizing how much you love someone.
- I really do believe in Happy Ever After, even in the face of insurmountable odds.
- Two things are very important to me in a man – teeth and hair. I’m negotiable on the hair, but I really must insist they have teeth or dentures. Oh, and if they do have a pot belly, please, God, let them NOT have a limp.
I have been following several blogs lately, and there are two that have me fascinated. I simply adore the ”voice” of the men who write them. I like their outlook, their self-deprecating humor, their intelligence. I stare at their pictures and wonder just how realistic they are. Do they really have all their teeth? And hair? If it’s this easy for me to sigh about the blog authors, can you imagine what would happen if I were emailing someone? Or on a forum for singles? The mind boggles. Thankfully, I am prevented from those actions by the clear and strident voice of MY PAST – and the whispered warnings, ”Karen, don’t be an idiot.”