If I have a wicked stepmother, where is my prince?!

                                               

Every time I see this book cover, I have to laugh. I have often wondered if my mother is my stepmother, because she always makes me feel as if she is not my real mother. I need to stop looking at this and go get the book. I wonder if it will be a good read for my Reading clubs.

I keep forgetting everything lately. Could it be dementia or early alzheimer's? Not!!! I have so much on my mind. Is it any wonder that I keep forgetting?! Not to mention that I am behind in taking my synthroid as I should. I keep forgetting to get a refill. (If I dont take my synthroid, I forget things.)

I was going to call Tony today. I told him on Sunday that I would call him the next day. According to boy time, that means Thursday. Did I mention that I can't call him, because I forgot my purse at work and his number is in my purse?! Dang! I really need to get my prescription filled already. There is no telling what I will forget next! =.)

For some unknown reason, on Sunday, I kept thinking of this guy who keeps trying to hit on me. Then, I straightened myself out and said out loud: Why do I keep thinking of him?! He clearly is not what I need! If my head wants my heart to open up, I have to meet someone other than him! I dont understand it, because you know that I am so afraid to fall in love.

An hour later, I met Tony at Barnes and Noble. I mentioned him in a previous entry, but no one said anything. I never wear T-Shirts in public, but on Sunday, I wanted to wear my new shirt, because I thought it would be fun to wear it. I was wearing a T-Shirt that said: I hear voices and they dont like you. Tony thought my shirt was funny, and we started talking. I had no idea that wearing a T-shirt would attract a man. I guess that when I dressup they think I am married.

I was surprised to see no tatoos and no piercings. He is employed as an electrician foreman. He has competed in art that has won awards. He likes classical music; can you imagine a biker who likes Bach and some other classical composers that I dont know?! He collects movies, likes gardening, enjoys reading books and psychology. I was surprised by his knowledge, as he quietly seduced my intellect. He seemed respectful, a responsible person, a gentleman. He invited me to an Iced coffee and we talked and laughed some more. I looked at him, and thought to myself: This is clearly someone that I never would have taken the time to look at. I dont know where the time went. We talked for hours, and then he gave me his digits, and walked me to my car.

Is it possible for a lady fall in love with a cleaned-up biker? I will never find out if I dont call him. Has my prince been hiding behind a Harley?! I never would have thought to look there.