I Dance to Forget, Part I. ~ with thanks to the Eagles

On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair

It wasn’t an easy journey, but I made my way solo with the grace of a kindhearted klutz.

Warm smell of colitas, rising up through the air

Fueled by deep raw loneliness, I pressed on toward the finish line.

Up ahead in the distance, I saw shimmering light

Prince Charming might be there.

This dream became more real with a string of boyfriends who finally entered the picture.

My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim

One by one, each exhausted me with ever increasing levels of neediness and histrionics. So I decided to go solo again. I needed a break, perhaps permanently.

I had to stop for the night

That’s when we met.

There she stood in the doorway; I heard the mission bell

Our shared laughter was fantastic. He was my destination. This I knew.

And I was thinking to myself, 'This could be Heaven or this could be Hell'

When I came home from our first date in tears, though, I figured either I was already in love or he was just a big jerk.

..to be continued.I promise. Please come back.