Like Clockwork

Life loves to throw curveballs.

I don't think it knows how to
NOT
throw them.

It's like...
Here I am, minding my own business, doing what I do. Being who I want to
be.  I am SINGLE and for once in what feels like
...forever,
I'm happy.  No, happy is an understatement.  I'm everything that goes along with it. I feel
Joyful.

Content.

Myself.
I know who I am.  I am in control of my life. I'm letting Jesus
steer the wheel.
          (or, trying to)
And I say "Hey God, I'm good right now, thanks. You are ALL I need. Screw boys, right!"
Then he laughs at me and says
"I DON'T THINK SO..."              OR, maybe this is a test of my will power.

Yeah
I met
              Someone.

He seems wonderful. But there are a few things in the way. Like the
12 YEAR age gap.  Think about that for just a second.  Are you done thinking about that?  Good, because while you're moving on to the next thought, I'm still
    dwelling
on the fact that this bo..er...Man. This man is more than a decade older than I am, and less then a decade younger than my mother.

MY MOTHER.
chew on that one for a while.  How does that taste? It leaves a bad taste in my mouth too.

I realize I am getting too ahead of myself here. Sometimes I can be irrational;
but excuuuuuse me for falling victim for a guy who seems to be just my type:

         christian*
kind
   interesting
successful
                      driven
outgoing

Okay, so maybe these are things that the vast majority of people look for in their "type" of guy. But seriously, other than the age gap, he's like everything I've been looking for.  He's a christian*. yeah...

                                                                                   A CHRISTIAN*
Sure, there are lots of them out there, but I haven't found any.  Not any good ones... none that seem to be interested in me, anyways.
but
wait....

I don't even know if he is interested in me now. I feel like this is going to make my head spin. Yep, there it goes

spinning.

Kind of like the hands on the clock of life, going round and round, ticking away... waiting to

mess
me
UP

                                 And there he goes, talking to me again. It continues.