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Cupid Confessions :)

the cartoon Me :)
I am in love.

How do I know?

Well, firstly, as happens with me where these things are concerned, he does not feel the same way :(

Secondly, I am listening to 'love songs', ballads (as we, the 80s people call them) and feeling like I relate to them- like the words make sense :) Usually, I am as unfeeling towards them as a door post.

Everywhere I turn, there is a potential story to tell him, a gift I am certain he would like.

I refresh my gmail every other hour just in case he finally decided to send me an endearing email declaring how he is nuts about me-blah, blah, blah :)

This morning, desperate to hear his name mentioned within my 'airspace', I called a work colleague by his name. It was such an involuntary act that the guy had to ask, 'Who is ...?' You didn't seriously think I was going to give the name away, now, did you?!!...Shame! :)

I catch myself thinking of ways I can sincerely be a better person- the kind of person he would choose to love.

Colours are brighter. I notice erstwhile ignored 'nature things' like birds singing, an unusually crisp morning breeze...crazy stuff like that :)

I pray more-partly because his insanely personal relationship with God spurs me toward relating with God like that; partly because I am mildly hoping-if that ever happens-to score brownie points with God so He will do what necessary 'match-making' there is to do but quite frankly, majorly because I am thankful for the opportunity to feel like I do...refer to corny saying I am sure you are thinking of right now :) I have tended to be clinical and pragmatic about love in the past, so, simply feeling as I do and allowing myself to, happens to be a pleasant feeling :)

I have learned, over time, to take it slow with these things, so, 'pole, pole Lynn!' is the mantra in my head. I look forward to events ahead in this department and I hope I can regale you, friends, with many more interesting 'cupid stories'.

A l'avance! :)

Place Markers: the fantastic sprinters at the Open Oil book sprint (forgive the minute nature!-click on it, it should get large enough or at least give you zoom options)
From left: Nurlan, Steph, Jay, Nadine,Jeff (behind me), Me, Susan, Robert (behind Susan),Cindy, Zara, Johnny (behind Zara), Sebastian and Herbert.

Then, there's the baked goods that are 'messing' my waistline up! :(




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