So how interesting is this,

I got asked out on a date. Was it a woowoo moment,
No, I was kinda horrified, taken aback and pleased,
all at the one moment, he is a nice guy, but not my type,
Jeez do I have a type, its twenty five years since I looked
romantically towards any man other than himself.

Yep I have a type, anyway, I said not this week Im busy,
maybe next week give me a text, he is a nice guy,
but I really dont think Im ready to go there, and when I am,
it will have to be my type, plus at least 10 years background
history known to me.

I think I might be limiting myself too much, we'll see.

Oh the thoughts of it.

M