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...
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