Maybe Its Working Out... !

Wow, I'm afraid to write this post in fear of if I publish these thoughts in writing, they can then be struck down to earth like one of those clay pigeons. But I feel that I owe you (and myself) some good news on occasion.

I might have been wrong.

There, I said it.

I might like Harry.

The Saturday Harry Date was comprised of a short little drive to meet up, and then proceeded to include a daytime sporting event, a cool 8:00 dinner and (since I wasn't tired of him yet) a visit to my favorite blues club. I got home at 4 a.m.

So, lets analyze. Why do I like this guy?

Break out the bullet points.

• He. is. so. easy. to. talk. to. And. fun. to. talk. to. Period.
• He came prepared. And was early.
• Omgosh, he is hilarious. And he gets my humor!
• He talks. About interesting stuff.
• He has a passion. And pursues it.
• He drinks beer and loves God. Maybe I shouldn't put those together but in my mind, they are in a way, quite intertwined.
• He write good.
• He is timely and considerate.
• On a cleanliness scale (as in housekeeping, not hygiene) of 1-10, he is a 9. His impeccable, nothing is out of place car proves it.
• He likes me.

Ok, thats all I can say for now, I'm already scared to say too much too soon. We have a tentative date for Saturday. Wish me and my insanity luck!