Shit....

I might be a tad.... smitten.

Shit....

(Be assured, I was fighting it and trying to keep my wits about me... But. I kinda smile now when I think of him...)

You all may shoot me now.

So many reasons why this shouldn't be.

Too soon after the Dingus, (isn't there an appropriate waiting period after a divorce you must go through... or at least BE divorced)?
Too much baggage I am dragging forth that I need to deal with.
Too weak as a person from the previous encounter.
Too suspicious and distrusting stemming from the Dingus.
Too many hang-ups.
Too reversed Michael Douglas/Katherine Zeta-Jones.
Too nebulously cowardly.
Too guarded.

And yet. I find myself smiling at the thought of him, liking the company, and preferring his smile to his absence. Eyes wide open, I slowly (cautiously) enter the breach, once more, dear friends. And I have the voice in my head screaming "THIS IS NUTS." But to be sure, I am light years different from the person I was 8 months ago, 7 years ago....

I am a giant, suspicious, cynical, hair triggered, wounded chickadee that had her being stomped on by the lying, cheating narcissistic Dingus.

But you can't stop the signal, Mal.

I am too much of a hapless romantic.

It's all Heathen Central's fault. And my need, oh so long ago, for someone to go see Deadpool 2 with.