Anyone who knows me, knows I’ve recently rediscovered my affinity for the Backstreet Boys.
I fully admit, I have always been one of those girls who dreams of the fairy tale rescue and swoons over love lyrics sung by boy bands. It’s not so much the love stuff as it is, I’ve just always liked bubble gum music. To be honest, I’m sure they could sing about cow patties and I’d find it extremely wonderful.
And on a day when I felt like a cow patty, it was the Backstreet Boys and God who made me feel better.
Have … read the rest. . .
It’s time for the weekly Monday Match-Up Report: the posting where I lay it all out… the match.com men, the Church chums, the PSO’s (or lack thereof).
Ya ready? Here we go!
I’m a day late in posting this, but here’s the stats:
Match.com: two winks from the same guy I keep saying “no” to. Zero emails, unless you count their daily “subscribe now!” push.
I signed onto Christian Mingles, again for free, on Saturday night. In three days, I’ve had two smiles and two emails. I have no idea what those emails are, since I won’t pay to find … read the rest. . .
I met Robin H. today. A nice man, a little bit older than myself, beautiful eyes… and a world’s worth of hurt behind them.
Robin is homeless, and very much ashamed of that fact.
I was eating outside at a pedestrian mall at the Mission Inn when I saw him, discreetly looking into the tops of trash cans. His clothes were ill-fit; not that they didn’t belong to him originally, but the “him” they belonged to must have been at one time, long ago, much heartier.
My daughter and her friend were enjoying a pizza inside. I approached them delicately … read the rest. . .