Hmmm

[chronicpaint]

 Is it messed up that I still get suspicious when I have a run of good luck?  On top of the news about the novel, I found a new roommate for my place, and we seem to have a really good vibe going. 

I met him on Bear 411 a year or so ago, and we had some good chats. He lived out of town but close and we never actually managed to connect in the real world. I saw a new profile that I wasn't sure was him and he was saying he was looking for a new place to move back to the city. Well, I sent him the details and it turned out to be him. Within the week, he drove in to see the place and we hit it off. He says it reminds him of his favourite place he lived in when he was in Toronto before. And he needs it at exactly the right time, October 1st. Kind of perfect serendipity.

Then of course, the news about the publication of my novel.

And yesterday, while I was getting groceries, I saw this incredibly beautiful black man. He was tall and strapping, built like the proverbial brick shithouse. I had to get past him, and I smiled as I did, kind of looking away before I could really see if he smiled back (which is a terrible habit I've gotten into. Comes from years of getting nothing or hostility back) But I sort of caught a nice, friendly smile coming back. I saw him a few more times around the store, not really thinking about it in that, "he's so incredibly out of my league" kind of way. Saw him again while at the checkout, in another lane and we exchanged another smile. As I was leaving the store, I looked around, maybe hoping he'd be there, waiting to talk to me. He wasn't and I didn't think anything more about it. Then, about an hour or so after I get home, I get a message on 411 from a guy I chatted with a while back, but nothing ever came of it. It was him. He recognized me and had, and I quote "been checking me out" Turns out he thinks my pics don't do me justice and that I'm as handsome as I find him. Which is just odd to me. Because he's magazine cover gorgeous. 

We're having coffee later this afternoon. 

Too much good fortune. I'm expecting the lightning strike or the plague of locusts any second. 

Off topic, I suppose I'm going to need a website, aren't I? 

Comments

[whatuttercrap.livejournal.com]

The powers that be are working for you instead of against you. Just roll with it baby.

[chronicpaint.livejournal.com]

Yeah. My cancer shrink once told me I was "hypervigilant" after having had three recurrences and all those surgeries and treatments and stuff, it took a long time to start trusting. And I'm not all the way there yet