Half way through dinner I received a text message from the Health Advisor, which instantly lightened up my evening. I was elated, and The Confused was at the same time delighted to see that I was all happy with sparkling eyes.
The Confused was obviously proud of himself for creating that grin on my face by spending time with me, so he thought. He was contented to see the jovial Lynn. Don't get me wrong, I do enjoy his company, he's one of the few person that I'll put them on top of my dinner-buddy priority list, however, he had long lost his privilege of putting me on cloud nine.
I'm a little guilty for letting my mind wander while having dinner with him. Then he popped the question, I was dumbstrucked. I started to wonder, am I the one who confused him, or is he trying to confused me by being confused himself?
He accompanied me to the club to meet my friends despite "exhaustion" was written all over his face. I know he cares for me, so do I. I totally appreciate that. I call myself lucky to have so many friends around who loves me from their bottom of the hearts.
I'm glad, I'm blessed.