As the Blogget turns....

Let's do a little catching up....

Karl has become silent again. When we last talked, he promised to call or text me soon. He says he loves talking to me. Two full days have passed with nothing. Now, I know he's on a big job this week. But for pity sake....nothing? Really? [insert big sigh here]

Bear is coming on strong. He's already asking how I want to be spoiled for Mother's Day. How about a full-service day at the spa? That's what he wants to give me. And my mother. I'm supposed to find a spa here and let him know any and all services I want there, for my mother and I. Including lunch.

I've been honest with him, too. I'm not in love with him and can't promise I will be. And I date other guys. Fine, he says. He'll just make it so I miss him a little more each time I see him. He wants to take me out this Saturday. I'm proceeding with extreme caution.

God help me, dear diary, but there's a new one in the mix. He needs a blog entry of his own, though. He was brave and sent me an email, after seeing my profile online. We've found some common ground. He's as passionate about music as I am, and he knows his way around a computer. He reads. He writes. He understands what it's like to have a dishonest partner betray you. His divorce has been cruel and bitter. He's a gentleman and as tender as I am. For now, we'll call him Ranger.

And a 13 has already happened. After our first date, today (which will be the next blog), he asked me to listen to a particular song on a CD he gave me. This thing is full of music, of all kinds. So, I searched and found the song.

It was track number 13.