Two days ago, I was beseeching my deceased lover's spirit (spirits are not just for sipping!) to help me connect with a good man while I am still above the sod. "Come on!" I implored the air in my condo. "You know me, you know what I like, and who would be good for me. Okay, so you couldn't stick around in this lifetime, but we'll catch up in the next. For now, though, how about giving a little nudge to the guy out there who is meant for me so he'll show up—and soon?!"
Okay, this is where I get weirded out: Last night, only a day after my request, a gal pal and I were having appetizers at a well-known watering hole when a very nice guy who appeared to be about our age took the empty chair by me and started up a conversation. He not only inquired about where to go dancing, but discussed 'chick flicks'—and even recommended one! Most guys wouldn't navigate those waters! After a very nice chat, we agree that he should leave his number ....
I scare myself sometimes when I ask the universe for something and it actually happens! And it's happened a few times in just the past few months. So ... Is this new acquaintance, in fact, the answer to my prayer? Only heaven knows! Stay tuned! Film at 11! Apply your own favorite cliché here while I go for a xanax....
