Tall, Fair and Handsome CANCELED! I couldn’t believe it. I looked at the text message again, trying to read between the lines: Please forgive me for having to cancel last minute. I’ve been detained with unexpected problems. Let me make it up to you by rescheduling dinner at Borgo San Jacopo tomorrow night. I’ll plan a special night to remember.In actuality, he was postponing our dinner. Another word for cancelling our evening, I thought, disappointed. Was he playing games with me? How do I know he won’t cancel again?
I wish I had taken the time to read The Rules. Then I’d know what to do to. But I’ve never been a game player. That’s so Junior High. I wear my heart on my sleeve and when I love a man he knows my feelings. No guessing. No games. Just real honest emotions.
Red flags were flying everywhere. He was such a gentleman, but secretive. That can’t be good. Impeccably dressed, refined…but why was he really in Firenze? He evaded all my questions. Red flags were definitely waving their warning sign at me. Especially all the colorful ones on the roof top buildings lining the Ponte Vecchio, as if to say: if it’s too good to be true…he probably is.
Tall, Fair and Handsome came into my life serendipitously. Some would same fate intervened. Others would say, “Careful what you wish for…you may get it.” This is when I usually pray for divine intervention. I’ve loved and lost. Mostly lost and now I pray that real love will find me. Even if I’m in Tuscany. Actually, I probably have a better chance in Tuscany than in Tucson~There's always tomorrow night, I sighed.
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