Dating Daze

Don’t worry, this post won’t be all new agey and California-ey, although I certainly understand the confusion in light of the title I chose. It’s just that I feel like I’ve finally put two & two together after all these years. I’ve been having epiphany after epiphany after epiphany. There’s a new Cherie in town. My old way of thinking was so 2006.

Here’s what happened: You’re familiar with the 10.5 I wrote about previously, right? So after he called and basically ended it, I did some really really really really really ridiculously deep thinking afterward. (Please read the previous sentence in the Zoolander voice, it makes it a lot more fun.)

While I was in the middle of my deep thinking, I said to myself, “Cherie Amour, you’re going to kiss someone this week.” I didn’t know who, I didn’t know where, but for some reason I made that declaration. I had that thought, focused on it for a second, and then let it out into the universe.

And what do you think happened? Kissing Spree 2007. A bonafide free-for-all. With not one, but two guys.

Different bars, different men, different nights. Same activity.

I’m not a “kiss a different boy every time I go out” kind of girl either. Well, maybe back in the day during my Dominican Republic phase I did have a touch of that, but let’s not get into that right now. Let’s focus people.

The crazy part is that the kissing happened without me consciously trying to make it happen. I forgot that I had even made that declaration, and it didn’t dawn on me that it had come to fruition until after the fact. I was just trying to get over the 10.5 and created a thought, put it out there, and it became a reality. Ain’t that somethin?

By the way, I’m getting really tired of calling him the 10.5, especially when that number was given hastily and has since been rescinded. Let’s just call him… Ben. And let’s do that because, well because that’s his real name. I’m not a big pseudonym user, especially when they’re called “pseudonyms” and not “pseudonames”. That would make a lot more sense, and then perhaps I might consider their value. But as it stands, forget it.

Who named them that anyway? Probably somebody trying to make things more difficult for the rest of us. Thanks. Thanks a lot George W. I like to blame him for everything bad that happens in this world. I’m usually not that far off either.

Anyway, in light of Kissing Spree 2007, I’m now a big believer in the power of thought. Okay, okay. Fine. I also watched The Secret & What The Bleep Do We Know? this week. That may have something to do with my mindset as well.

My way of thinking has been permanently altered though. You’re now talking to a budding quantum physicist. Which I can pretty much say freely since no one really knows what they do anyway. I think I’m going to start telling people that’s what I am the next time they ask me what I do too. Why not. Thoughts do become things. If you can see it you can acheive it, the law of attraction is alive and well, and all that jazz is real. I’m usually a very skeptical person, but not this time. I’m drinking the Kool Aid on this one.

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