Mom was wrong – it’s all about me, not him
My mother called last night to make sure she hadn’t pissed me off by saying that Mr. Mesmerizer isn’t into me. I told her not at all, as a matter of fact, the opposite is true. What if it’s me, who is not into him? If I had a checklist of what I want in a man, on paper he’d be in the high percentile, but the key is to touch my inner soul – whatever and whereever that might be – and that ain’t happened yet. So keys to the door maybe, but no king hasn’t entered the castle.