My Muse

While in Corfu, I found my muse at Achilles palace where there was the garden of the nine muses. Since that trip I can truly say things have been in sync.

Recently I've begun to see a very nice man. He of course would blush at this glowing review of what is still a newly formed, young, early stages relationship. And to protect the innocent, I'll hold out on his name just yet. But those of you who have known me, and followed my affairs of the heart, or lack there of, will understand this need to gloat. Let's review the highlights:

1. He has legs
2. He has integrated into society, has a job, a home, probably pays taxes
3. As far as I can tell, he's not in the witness protection program
4. is my age
5. And I actually enjoy spending time with him, as opposed to wanting to dodge his phone calls
6. My sister keeps asking me what I found wrong with him, and I can truly say, "nothing"

and although I'm making light of it, actually, I'm quite smitten. One big thing, he too grew up in Long Island, which means I'm not constantly apologizing or explaining everything that comes out of my mouth. As as we know, some pretty shocking stuff comes out of my mouth.

Well, I thank my muse for guiding me into what has possibilities of being a very nice man to have in my life. I'll keep you all posted. In the meantime, I'll be busy for a little bit, distracted, and yes.. throwing aside family and friends for my new boyfriend. Don't' worry, life will take over and I'll be back. Hopefully, not alone.