Oh My GOD

What a difference a day makes. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lbcltLf2VHo

10 seconds ago I could barely eat for lack of "The King". I was practically clinically depressed. I was in love with him. Had to have him. I couldn't stop thinking of him. I wanted to have his children. (Little Estrogen problem in that area...)

I was waiting in a restaurant for the Argentinian. I decided to call The King. I wanted to apologize...or something. He didn't pick up.

I told the 24 year old blond bartender I was waiting for a first date. We became cohorts. She wanted to see what he looked like. (Watching old folks date is fun. )

Then he walked in..a 58 year old Tom Cruise. Holy Shit.

It was a great date. I made out with him. (I told my sister. She called me a whore.) After dinner we danced. There was no dance floor. My lips were on his neck. His arms were around my waist. He pulled me closer. He thanked me over and over again for calling him back.

He wants to see me tomorrow. And the day after. I have a little problem with my knee. He's making an appointment with his Orthopedic on Monday to take care of me. Someone wants to help me. ME? Huh?

He escorted me to the Ladies Room, waited for me to emerge.

He held my hand. He would not let go.

So why am I not answering the phone you ask? I dunno. (And they say men retreat.) I've been a man for 48 years...This "being a woman" business is gonna require a few adjustments.