full moon

[Guest guest]

Last night's Maundy Thursday service was really touching. The music

was beautiful, and the theme—25 years of AIDS—was very moving. So

when we all exited the church in silence, as is the tradition at my

church on Maundy Thursday, I was looking forward the lift my spirits

would get upon seeing .

I called him on my cell as I waiting in front of the church. He said

he was five minutes away. Right then my cell phone battery died, but

he was just minutes away. Then I waited, waited, and waited. After

twenty-five minutes, I made my way to the F-line to go home feeling a

bit down, but also a little concerned about . I was hoping

that nothing bad had happened to him because he's not the type to

stand me up. In fact, he's always on time.

As I made my way to the F-line, I looked up to see a yellow full moon

hanging heavy in the sky. Then I noticed around me couples here and

there, walking hand in hand, happily chatting like couples do. And

there I was, alone.

I arrived home, plugged in my cell phone and there were three

messages, probably all from . The first two were. He

said, " Where are you? I'm here in front of the church. " I didn't

even listen to the next two messages and called him. Well,

went to the wrong church, on the wrong street. My church and another

are one block away from each other. Oh well, we decided to see each

other next week.

Then I checked the rest of my messages to clear them out of my

inbox. Yes, message number two was also from . " Where are

you? I guess you're not coming, or something's happened so I'm gonna

head on home. Call me to let me know you're OK, " was the message.

The last message was not from . It was Maurizio.

I began to listen to his sweet lilting Italian accent and deep

baritone voice. I could feel myself smiling broadly. His message

was a pleasant surprise; he was calling to confirm getting together

the following Saturday. As he ended his message he said, " Have you

noticed the moon? I'm sitting here in my living room enjoying its

beauty. It just rose over Twin Peaks. I hope you're enjoying it

too. I'm looking forward to seeing you. Give me a call. I'll be up

until 10:30 or 11:00. Besos [kisses in Spanish]. Bye bye. "

My heart was beating a little faster, and I took a deep breath. I

opened my curtains to look at the full moon again. I saved the

message, and listened to it several more times just to enjoy it. I

called him, and we chatted about movies, my cat, the weather, Italian

politics and the moon—nothing in particular with no purpose other

than to share a connection. Maurizio has an sweet, gentle way about

him and laughs easily. I'm beginning to like him. I'm beginning to

like him a lot.

He gets big brownie points for calling to remind me to appreciate the

full moon. I hope the next time there's a big moon in the sky, I'll

be with him, and we'll appreciate it together.

Francisco

[Guest guest]

Very beautiful Francisco.

We had a very moving service at my church too. Very awe inspiring

night. Im glad you found beauty. And ya know Francisco, you werent

really alone. You had yourself, you had all your friends, you had

your God......you are never alone!

>

> Last night's Maundy Thursday service was really touching. The

music

> was beautiful, and the theme—25 years of AIDS—was very moving. So

> when we all exited the church in silence, as is the tradition at my

> church on Maundy Thursday, I was looking forward the lift my

spirits

> would get upon seeing .

>

> I called him on my cell as I waiting in front of the church. He

said

> he was five minutes away. Right then my cell phone battery died,

but

> he was just minutes away. Then I waited, waited, and waited.

After

> twenty-five minutes, I made my way to the F-line to go home feeling

a

> bit down, but also a little concerned about . I was hoping

> that nothing bad had happened to him because he's not the type to

> stand me up. In fact, he's always on time.

>

> As I made my way to the F-line, I looked up to see a yellow full

moon

> hanging heavy in the sky. Then I noticed around me couples here

and

> there, walking hand in hand, happily chatting like couples do. And

> there I was, alone.

>

> I arrived home, plugged in my cell phone and there were three

> messages, probably all from . The first two were. He

> said, " Where are you? I'm here in front of the church. " I didn't

> even listen to the next two messages and called him. Well,

> went to the wrong church, on the wrong street. My church and

another

> are one block away from each other. Oh well, we decided to see

each

> other next week.

>

> Then I checked the rest of my messages to clear them out of my

> inbox. Yes, message number two was also from . " Where are

> you? I guess you're not coming, or something's happened so I'm

gonna

> head on home. Call me to let me know you're OK, " was the message.

> The last message was not from . It was Maurizio.

>

> I began to listen to his sweet lilting Italian accent and deep

> baritone voice. I could feel myself smiling broadly. His message

> was a pleasant surprise; he was calling to confirm getting together

> the following Saturday. As he ended his message he said, " Have you

> noticed the moon? I'm sitting here in my living room enjoying its

> beauty. It just rose over Twin Peaks. I hope you're enjoying it

> too. I'm looking forward to seeing you. Give me a call. I'll be

up

> until 10:30 or 11:00. Besos [kisses in Spanish]. Bye bye. "

>

> My heart was beating a little faster, and I took a deep breath. I

> opened my curtains to look at the full moon again. I saved the

> message, and listened to it several more times just to enjoy it. I

> called him, and we chatted about movies, my cat, the weather,

Italian

> politics and the moon—nothing in particular with no purpose other

> than to share a connection. Maurizio has an sweet, gentle way

about

> him and laughs easily. I'm beginning to like him. I'm beginning

to

> like him a lot.

>

> He gets big brownie points for calling to remind me to appreciate

the

> full moon. I hope the next time there's a big moon in the sky,

I'll

> be with him, and we'll appreciate it together.

>

> Francisco

>

[Guest guest]

Thanks :

You're right. I'm never really alone. It just seems that way when

I'm feeling sorry for myself.

Thanks for your kind words,

Francisco

> >

> > Last night's Maundy Thursday service was really touching. The

> music

> > was beautiful, and the theme—25 years of AIDS—was very moving.

So

> > when we all exited the church in silence, as is the tradition at

my

> > church on Maundy Thursday, I was looking forward the lift my

> spirits

> > would get upon seeing .

> >

> > I called him on my cell as I waiting in front of the church. He

> said

> > he was five minutes away. Right then my cell phone battery died,

> but

> > he was just minutes away. Then I waited, waited, and waited.

> After

> > twenty-five minutes, I made my way to the F-line to go home

feeling

> a

> > bit down, but also a little concerned about . I was hoping

> > that nothing bad had happened to him because he's not the type to

> > stand me up. In fact, he's always on time.

> >

> > As I made my way to the F-line, I looked up to see a yellow full

> moon

> > hanging heavy in the sky. Then I noticed around me couples here

> and

> > there, walking hand in hand, happily chatting like couples do.

And

> > there I was, alone.

> >

> > I arrived home, plugged in my cell phone and there were three

> > messages, probably all from . The first two were. He

> > said, " Where are you? I'm here in front of the church. " I

didn't

> > even listen to the next two messages and called him. Well,

> > went to the wrong church, on the wrong street. My church and

> another

> > are one block away from each other. Oh well, we decided to see

> each

> > other next week.

> >

> > Then I checked the rest of my messages to clear them out of my

> > inbox. Yes, message number two was also from . " Where are

> > you? I guess you're not coming, or something's happened so I'm

> gonna

> > head on home. Call me to let me know you're OK, " was the

message.

> > The last message was not from . It was Maurizio.

> >

> > I began to listen to his sweet lilting Italian accent and deep

> > baritone voice. I could feel myself smiling broadly. His

message

> > was a pleasant surprise; he was calling to confirm getting

together

> > the following Saturday. As he ended his message he said, " Have

you

> > noticed the moon? I'm sitting here in my living room enjoying

its

> > beauty. It just rose over Twin Peaks. I hope you're enjoying it

> > too. I'm looking forward to seeing you. Give me a call. I'll

be

> up

> > until 10:30 or 11:00. Besos [kisses in Spanish]. Bye bye. "

> >

> > My heart was beating a little faster, and I took a deep breath.

I

> > opened my curtains to look at the full moon again. I saved the

> > message, and listened to it several more times just to enjoy it.

I

> > called him, and we chatted about movies, my cat, the weather,

> Italian

> > politics and the moon—nothing in particular with no purpose other

> > than to share a connection. Maurizio has an sweet, gentle way

> about

> > him and laughs easily. I'm beginning to like him. I'm beginning

> to

> > like him a lot.

> >

> > He gets big brownie points for calling to remind me to appreciate

> the

> > full moon. I hope the next time there's a big moon in the sky,

> I'll

> > be with him, and we'll appreciate it together.

> >

> > Francisco

> >

>

[Guest guest]

Francisco Maybe it was meant for you and to miss each other for your date. Maybe the excitement is to be used on Maurizio, sounds like you want him more than . Listen to your heart, but go slow and be patient. Donna J.manisodream wrote: Last night's Maundy Thursday service was really touching. The music was beautiful, and the theme—25 years of AIDS—was very moving. So when we all exited the church in silence, as is the tradition at my church on Maundy Thursday, I was looking forward the lift my spirits would get upon seeing .I called him on my cell as I waiting in front of the church. He said he was five minutes away. Right then my cell phone battery died, but he was just minutes away. Then I

waited, waited, and waited. After twenty-five minutes, I made my way to the F-line to go home feeling a bit down, but also a little concerned about . I was hoping that nothing bad had happened to him because he's not the type to stand me up. In fact, he's always on time.As I made my way to the F-line, I looked up to see a yellow full moon hanging heavy in the sky. Then I noticed around me couples here and there, walking hand in hand, happily chatting like couples do. And there I was, alone.I arrived home, plugged in my cell phone and there were three messages, probably all from . The first two were. He said, "Where are you? I'm here in front of the church." I didn't even listen to the next two messages and called him. Well, went to the wrong church, on the wrong street. My church and another are one block away from each

other. Oh well, we decided to see each other next week.Then I checked the rest of my messages to clear them out of my inbox. Yes, message number two was also from . "Where are you? I guess you're not coming, or something's happened so I'm gonna head on home. Call me to let me know you're OK," was the message. The last message was not from . It was Maurizio.I began to listen to his sweet lilting Italian accent and deep baritone voice. I could feel myself smiling broadly. His message was a pleasant surprise; he was calling to confirm getting together the following Saturday. As he ended his message he said, "Have you noticed the moon? I'm sitting here in my living room enjoying its beauty. It just rose over Twin Peaks. I hope you're enjoying it too. I'm looking forward to seeing you. Give me a call. I'll be up

until 10:30 or 11:00. Besos [kisses in Spanish]. Bye bye."My heart was beating a little faster, and I took a deep breath. I opened my curtains to look at the full moon again. I saved the message, and listened to it several more times just to enjoy it. I called him, and we chatted about movies, my cat, the weather, Italian politics and the moon—nothing in particular with no purpose other than to share a connection. Maurizio has an sweet, gentle way about him and laughs easily. I'm beginning to like him. I'm beginning to like him a lot.He gets big brownie points for calling to remind me to appreciate the full moon. I hope the next time there's a big moon in the sky, I'll be with him, and we'll appreciate it together.FranciscoDonna JordonDSJordon@...

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Francisco -

I'm not sure which is crazier - choosing a guy based on what members

of an Internet chat group say, or choosing a guy on the basis of one

missed meeting based on a simple error. did call a number of

times and did show up (albeit in the wrong place) - obviously he

WANTED to see you.

Actually, I have decided that me offering an opinion is the craziest

thing of all...

Randy

> Last night's Maundy Thursday service was really touching. The

music

> was beautiful, and the theme—25 years of AIDS—was very moving. So

> when we all exited the church in silence, as is the tradition at

my

> church on Maundy Thursday, I was looking forward the lift my

spirits

> would get upon seeing .

>

> I called him on my cell as I waiting in front of the church. He

said

> he was five minutes away. Right then my cell phone battery died,

but

> he was just minutes away. Then I waited, waited, and waited.

After

> twenty-five minutes, I made my way to the F-line to go home

feeling a

> bit down, but also a little concerned about . I was hoping

> that nothing bad had happened to him because he's not the type to

> stand me up. In fact, he's always on time.

>

> As I made my way to the F-line, I looked up to see a yellow full

moon

> hanging heavy in the sky. Then I noticed around me couples here

and

> there, walking hand in hand, happily chatting like couples do.

And

> there I was, alone.

>

> I arrived home, plugged in my cell phone and there were three

> messages, probably all from . The first two were. He

> said, " Where are you? I'm here in front of the church. " I didn't

> even listen to the next two messages and called him. Well,

> went to the wrong church, on the wrong street. My church and

another

> are one block away from each other. Oh well, we decided to see

each

> other next week.

>

> Then I checked the rest of my messages to clear them out of my

> inbox. Yes, message number two was also from . " Where are

> you? I guess you're not coming, or something's happened so I'm

gonna

> head on home. Call me to let me know you're OK, " was the

message.

> The last message was not from . It was Maurizio.

>

> I began to listen to his sweet lilting Italian accent and deep

> baritone voice. I could feel myself smiling broadly. His message

> was a pleasant surprise; he was calling to confirm getting

together

> the following Saturday. As he ended his message he said, " Have

you

> noticed the moon? I'm sitting here in my living room enjoying its

> beauty. It just rose over Twin Peaks. I hope you're enjoying it

> too. I'm looking forward to seeing you. Give me a call. I'll be

up

> until 10:30 or 11:00. Besos [kisses in Spanish]. Bye bye. "

>

> My heart was beating a little faster, and I took a deep breath. I

> opened my curtains to look at the full moon again. I saved the

> message, and listened to it several more times just to enjoy it.

I

> called him, and we chatted about movies, my cat, the weather,

Italian

> politics and the moon—nothing in particular with no purpose other

> than to share a connection. Maurizio has an sweet, gentle way

about

> him and laughs easily. I'm beginning to like him. I'm beginning

to

> like him a lot.

>

> He gets big brownie points for calling to remind me to appreciate

the

> full moon. I hope the next time there's a big moon in the sky,

I'll

> be with him, and we'll appreciate it together.

>

> Francisco

>

>

>

>

>

>

[Guest guest]

Randy I guess we all have a little craziness in us. That helps make life fun. Francisco will work it out with opinions or not. Who's right or who's wrong? There just opinions. It's just good to read what everyone thinks. SMILE and take care. Donna J.jackpoint_94401 wrote: Francisco -I'm not sure which is crazier - choosing a guy based on what members of an Internet chat group say, or choosing a guy on the basis of one missed meeting based on a simple error. did call a number of times and did show up (albeit in the wrong place) - obviously he WANTED to see you.Actually, I have decided that me offering an opinion is the craziest thing of all...Randy> Last night's Maundy Thursday service was really touching. The music > was beautiful, and the theme—25 years of AIDS—was very moving. So > when we all exited the church in silence, as is the tradition at my > church on Maundy Thursday, I was looking forward the lift my spirits > would get upon seeing .> > I called him on my cell as I waiting in front of the church. He said > he was five minutes away. Right then

my cell phone battery died, but > he was just minutes away. Then I waited, waited, and waited. After > twenty-five minutes, I made my way to the F-line to go home feeling a > bit down, but also a little concerned about . I was hoping > that nothing bad had happened to him because he's not the type to > stand me up. In fact, he's always on time.> > As I made my way to the F-line, I looked up to see a yellow full moon > hanging heavy in the sky. Then I noticed around me couples here and > there, walking hand in hand, happily chatting like couples do. And > there I was, alone.> > I arrived home, plugged in my cell phone and there were three > messages, probably all from . The first two were. He > said, "Where are you? I'm here in front of the church." I didn't > even listen to

the next two messages and called him. Well, > went to the wrong church, on the wrong street. My church and another > are one block away from each other. Oh well, we decided to see each > other next week.> > Then I checked the rest of my messages to clear them out of my > inbox. Yes, message number two was also from . "Where are > you? I guess you're not coming, or something's happened so I'm gonna > head on home. Call me to let me know you're OK," was the message. > The last message was not from . It was Maurizio.> > I began to listen to his sweet lilting Italian accent and deep > baritone voice. I could feel myself smiling broadly. His message > was a pleasant surprise; he was calling to confirm getting together > the following Saturday. As he ended his message he

said, "Have you > noticed the moon? I'm sitting here in my living room enjoying its > beauty. It just rose over Twin Peaks. I hope you're enjoying it > too. I'm looking forward to seeing you. Give me a call. I'll be up > until 10:30 or 11:00. Besos [kisses in Spanish]. Bye bye."> > My heart was beating a little faster, and I took a deep breath. I > opened my curtains to look at the full moon again. I saved the > message, and listened to it several more times just to enjoy it. I > called him, and we chatted about movies, my cat, the weather, Italian > politics and the moon—nothing in particular with no purpose other > than to share a connection. Maurizio has an sweet, gentle way about > him and laughs easily. I'm beginning to like him. I'm beginning to > like him a lot.>

> He gets big brownie points for calling to remind me to appreciate the > full moon. I hope the next time there's a big moon in the sky, I'll > be with him, and we'll appreciate it together.> > Francisco> > > > > >