I have concluded that I have now reverted to being a 12 year old school girl with a big crush – if it wasn’t so blissfully consuming I would have to note that it is just plain ol’ pitiful.  I am, after all, a grown woman…a seasoned woman…a worldly woman…or I was.  Now I am just a starry-eyed school girl exploring the giddy existence that comes with an intense infatuation.  And I must confess, it is fabulous.

I had forgotten that feeling – or perhaps I never really knew it fully.  It seems my Jersey boy is able to elicit grander responses from me than others before him…responses that are fairly uncharacteristic of the me that has flirting down to an art form and that has at times viewed boy collecting as a hobby.  He has turned back the clock for me and now I feel like a young girl again with her first really big crush. 

And frankly, at this point I don’t want to grow up.  I don’t want this magic to stop…is that wrong?  Is it wrong to want to hold on to that euphoria for as long as possible?  I do wonder -is this the bit of magic that has eluded me in life – the magic that I always believed was out there somewhere, but could never quite find?

I don’t know the answer to any of the above questions right now, but I do know that my Jersey boy elicits feelings in me that are hard to ignore…and I like it…A LOT.  Or at least so says the 12 year old girl who keeps walking around with a silly grin on her face. 😉

Day seven hundred and fifty-nine of the new forty – obla di obla da

Ms. C