Love is Where You Find It

Serendipity. Kismet. Karma. I love this woman. She's so sweet to me. We met at the senior center. We live fewer than two miles away. Her husband's great, too. And they've produced some quality offspring. I'm embarrassed to admit it publicly, but I've developed a school girl crush on their son. Crazy thing is that we grew up not far from each other. He went to the Catholic high school and I went to Whitehaven. He is six years older. Same age as the evil former sister. He said he remembered her. That she was narcissistic, evil, ugly and scary. That "The Exorcist" was based on her. He was messin' wid me. And of course, I knew it.

He's funny and smart. And irreverant. An asshole when it comes to politics. Left winger. Natch. Tries to bait me into arguing. I tell him I'm a member of the IDGAF party. He lives in Florida. We haven't discussed whether his chad was hanging in 2000.

I like the idea of a long-distance relationship. Just a little fantasy world. So far he seems to like it, too. If dude would learn to text and Skype, it could be even more fun. He's waiting for his contract to renew to get a smart phone. If he were here, I'd smack him.

But I'm in a cell phone glass house. Mine is on its last legs. No time to shop for a new one. I'll have to wait until after April 15 when I can deal with switching from my beloved Palm Pre. I don't need one more ounce of stress and I have to stay accessible to my clients. And The D.

Ok, gonna close now. BFF Angela will be here any minute. We'll take a dip in the hot tub and I'll regale her with my latest crazy adventures. I'm so happy that I'll be a tenth of a mile from her when I move next month. And my sweet surrogate daughter. And their amazing hot tub. Swimming pool. And the fridge stocked with beer. For me.

Wow. I feel lucky to have such amazing people in my life. And I keep adding to my collection. There are plenty of gems out there.