I think I'm paranoid...

Salut les amis,

No, I'm not talking about that very good song from that Wisconsin band that made it all the way to the Rock Band game... Though the first line is very well suited for a stalker ;-): "You can look, but you can't touch"
I'm talking about my walk out of the bus this morning. I wasn't following anyone... but I felt followed myself... I could hear her high heels on the side walk... After a street corner turn, we had the sun in our back and I could see her shadow at my feet... I savored the wind in her hair, even without seeing her, even if it wasn't really the wind but just the way she balances as she walks, I still savored it anyway...

And then I wondered if she was looking at my butt... It is a good thing I'm wearing my Quiksilver today, they fit me pretty well and I heard I don't look too bad from behind in these jeans... I wonder if she noticed...

OK, maybe it isn't paranoia, it is just wishful thinking... Anyway, at one point, I got to stop at a red light, and I think I saw her pass me by... Same hair style and same high heel boot sound on the sidewalk... But a weird half leather half fur coat though. Not really my type...

I was listening to my iPod which was singing loud and clear those famous words from Kiss: "I was made for loving you baby, you were made for loving me. And I can't get enough of you baby, can you get enough of me?"... Not that I think she could be the one to which I would sing this song, but it must be a truly great feeling to be able to say these words to someone and truly believe in it... One day... One day... It's like that couple in the movie that is currently playing on my TV, August Rush... Cute little movie, interesting music oriented love story (I love those, like Moulin Rouge for example)...

I sometimes wonder if this is just fairytale stuff or if we are all eligible for this grand prize called True Love? I sure hope we are, I bought my ticket a little over three years ago (and I paid big money for it, trust me, you don't want to know the real number$)... So I'm waiting for my number to show up... We'll see... we'll see... one day... one day...

BYE
MAD the naive believer...