Excerpts from the Diary of a Diva

I met someone. I get him. He's a New Yorker in Dallas. He's tall. He has that Spanish look. He's interesting. We had coffee. We talked. We laughed. He kissed me on my forehead. Twice. I know me. He appeals to me. I've got to be careful. The last thing I need is to get caught up with a man who may or may not be about the life I want. But I'm feeling something. I recognize it. It's that feeling that promises more. Uh oh...