Does that make me craaaazay??? Part II

(same music playing in the background… just turned down a little bit)

OK, so the last blog actually happened over a month ago. About a month before that, I found myself single again because of a cat, a two-year old, and a doctor that wouldn’t refer the two-year old to an allergist. July turned out a whole lot different that what I thought it would be like when I was looking ahead in March.

Anyway, that Monday morning at 1:43PM, guess who I got an email from??? Wow, I didn’t screw up that bad after all – I can’t think of a better way to start a Monday… and believe me when I tell you that I was in need of a gooooood Monday for a change.

A few weeks go by, and conversations take place… Can I meet someone that doesn’t have connections to my friends? Why is she a friend of one of my roommates from college and his wife? *shakes head* Atlanta is nothing but a big ‘ol country town where everybody knows each other for those that grew up here. I’m starting to recall memories of why I left Atlanta for Greensboro back in the day…

A few MORE weeks go by… dang, why haven’t I asked her out? I could take the safe route and blame the party at my house, and the network conversion at my job, and maybe even the rain (I don’t care what you say, “Blame it on the Rain” was a great song – I don’t care if Milli Vanilli sang it or not). She seems to keep a pretty busy schedule as well, so I could even say that I’m not sure if she’s even interested anymore…

This is where things get weird. Doubt sets in. All those nervous jitters from the first meeting are blown to proportions you’ve never seen before, or thought were possible. Why do we get stupid in the head when we meet someone new? In all honesty, at this point if she walked up and slapped me, I might not know it was her unless she said something – it’s been that long since I saw her, and I was slightly inebriated if you recall.

She sends me a photo – whoa. Is this the same girl? I’m really trippin now. This is Atlanta – I know she has a line of men waiting for just a little bit of attention.

*imagines a bunch of men on their knees chanting “We’re not worthy, we’re not worthy…”*

...or maybe I'm crazy.

TO BE CONTINUED…