Partial Disclosure

This isn't a tell-all blog. It's mostly meant to amuse, sometimes meant to stimulate, occasionally meant to provoke thought, rarely meant to titillate. I'm happy to share with you things like my last three online emails, all barely a line long, which read, respectively:

"I hope you are enjoying your day." (Yes, I scrolled down. No, there was not more.)

"Are those your babies? [referring to a small child in a photo] Do you want more?" (First email. Guess you can give him points for going straight to it. But, please...respect me for more than my ovaries...maybe read this post again.)

"You look like you're a lot of fun. What the hell are you doing on here?" (Please interpret.)

So, yeah, we can share that and have a laugh. And I can tell you that right now, I may or may not have a date on Sunday with a short, British man. I say may or may not, because I'm presently obstinately refusing to plan the date. Either he's going to come up with a plan or we're not going out, because that's the kind of mood I'm in right now.

And maybe...maybe a little bit...because I've got someone else stuck in my mind.

Perhaps there's a man. Perhaps I have a little schoolgirl crush on this man where I blush every time a new text pops up or a compliment arrives in my inbox. Perhaps in a short period of time we'll see if that crush translates into real chemistry. Perhaps we'll see that it won't. Either way, for the time being, I'm keeping this one mostly to myself. Soaking it in. Feeling grateful that possibility can sparkle in the most unlikely of places.

Life is surprising. In more ways than I can fully disclose.