The sun on my skin...

... warms me, even though the temperature is about 6 degrees below normal for this time of year. (Normal starts up again tomorrow so I'm good with that.) I walk daily to maintain some semblance of fitness, and to gain some semblance of sanity as I go stir-crazy alone in my apartment.

The attention of a new man warms what is left of my heart, after the LHB fiasco that dragged on for so long. I am pleased that he is taking his time and being respectful, and yet he calls me every day that we don't see each other, even though we've only seen each other twice so far.

That's can't be a bad thing, can it?

I'm meeting him for lunch downtown tomorrow. He said he'll even show me his office, to prove that his business cards aren't fake and that he does in fact have a job! It's good he has a sense of humour. He's not been put off by the fact that I have a bum arm, and that I am soon to go into the shop for repairs, and that I am now living on a disability benefit.

We also have a dinner date for Saturday coming, which was made last week before we have even seen each other a second time.

Conversation seems to flow easily, both in person and on the phone. In fact, we logged 171 minutes last night (as per my phone display), so there has to be some kind of a connection. We even spoke about just that subject and how you have to deal with someone you meet where there is no connection at all.

Will this amount to anything? Who knows. I don't have a crystal ball or the ability to foresee the future. I can only go by how I feel... and so far, this is feeling pretty good. Kinda like that warm sun on my skin...