Why pamper life's complexity when the leather runs smooth on the passenger seat?

I've a date tomorrow. A lunch date. For mundane food, but a date nonetheless. One I am, dare I say it? enthused about. Perhaps a pinch giggly even.

This Charming Man and I will sit down at noon to nosh and talk and perhaps end the whole affair with a snippet of a kiss. Probably not. It will be broad daylight. Should dust off the work rules.

His stats: (39), a Scorpio! (oh the torrid love affairs I've had with Scorpio men, yum) and the full time parent of (3) children. Little nervous on the children. I've dated a Dad before, but not one with full custody. Not sure what his deal is. Is he a widow? Divorced? Can't say definitively which scenario I'd prefer. Oh, and ladies, he's hot, plays guitar and is a Smiths fan. At one time he was a college professor. I may swoon where I stand. Keep your fingers crossed that he finds me equally swoon worthy.

The day dragged. Until this afternoon when a cute little text arrived to confirm our date. And a few more arrived, to flirt a bit. Nothing over the top. And then his little engineer self (yes, I like me some engineers. Predictable product, and they fix things. Don't knock the dorky, Eagle Scout types - geometry and leverage have many useful applications at home!) told me what kind of car to expect and asked the same. Ugh. Another BMW driver. I sincerely mean *ugh* Big Ben put me over the edge with the (2ND), impulse BMW purchase in a calendar year. Strangeways here we come... the BMW nags at me. Are we forever doomed to keep a slight trigger from our past relationships until the sanity and serenity of a new one overtakes you? I hope not.

And here's the truly terrifying thing. The snippets of He Who Must Not be Named that I see in his notes and texts and actions. The bits of that one strong, shatter my heart love he seems to potentially emulate. And they make my heart sing. All the other bits? The creative, intriguing, artistic commonalities we seem to share? They give me hope. Maybe I do have another soul mate out there, seeking me as I seek him. It could be This Charming Man. Odds are that even eharmony isn't that good that quickly. Yet tomorrow has me excited in a way I haven't been in ages. Cross your fingers. I'm crossing mine. Now if I could just find a wishflower...