Now Tuesday

Oh again here we are. I sit on my lazy chair and look at the time on my cable box. The time is approaching when I have to get up, take a shower, and rush to work. But how I'll fool myself into thinking I have more time. I just need to write a little bit more. I just need to listen to this song one more time. It makes me feel alive.

Last night I did buy another watermelon. I did watch monday night football that took place in the much talked about Dallas Cowboys stadium. They're quite proud of it - those Texans. I rooted for the other team - Carolina something. I don't remember who won. I didn't want Tony Romo's team to win, is all. I feel like he must have broken Jessica Simpson's heart. And to hook up with another blonde, right away - well that's just insult to injury. But as I watched Tony Romo and listened to the announcers speak about him, I was convinced he is a good athlete - and what if he's just a home town boy who made it to the NFL - what if he's a good guy, what if it was Jessica Simpson that was too much to handle? I don't know. I suppose there's a part of me that's biased. I want the girl to be happy. I want myself to be happy. I get hurt when I see a guy who's recently broken up, go right away to the rebound girl. While the girl is sitting at home, trying to give herself pep talks - that she's better off without him. How many times do I do that? I want to see Jessica Simpson settle down. Suppose just like I want to see myself settle down. I'm still waiting for that prince charming to sweep me off my feet. I hope he's around somewhere.

But I caught myself. Try not to judge. First of all, I know nothing about Tony Romo or Jessica Simpson. They're celebrities. One a singer celebrity, the other an NFL celebrity. They're also just people. They could be the nicest people in the world. I suppose I'll give them the benefit of doubt. Maybe I just want to see a fairy tale love story in real life. Something to prove to me that it exists. And while I may not meet an NFL player, or get married to one, I might just meet a prince charming in my world. Someone in my humble world. A good guy. A really good guy. Oh how I long for that. I'll keep hope alive, I suppose, somewhere in the recesses of my heart. As much as I'll try to deny it, and say I don't need a man, deep down, I secretly yearn for one. Deep down, I'm a little girl, who wants to fall in love. Who wants to experience unconditional love with a man who will be my husband and father of my children. Are you out there? Do you hear my soul calling out to you? Oh soul mate - how long must I wait for you? I suppose I have all the time in the world.