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April 01, 2003 - 8:37 a.m. This may be my last entry for some time. As I type this, movers are at my house. They are packing Peyton�s belongings and mine. When I leave work for lunch, I�m not coming back. Larry doesn�t have a clue. I guess I should start at the beginning. Sigh I went to my appointment at the chiropractor�s yesterday. Man With Whom I Am Smitten was there. We talked, like really talked, not just the endless chitchat that normally fills my visits. His girlfriend, my husband, our lives. As I was getting ready to leave, his last question stopped me dead in my tracks. �Would you like to get together for dinner?� �Tonight?� I squeaked. He nodded solemnly, a faint smile crossed his face. My heart pitter pattered, my sensibility screamed, �Go home, run away.� And my head nodded yes, without any prompting from my brain. I stepped outside to call Larry and let him know that the new receptionist was a girl I went to school with and we were going to dinner to catch up. �Have fun.� I took the Explorer and gassed up as he closed the office. I have no idea what excuse he told his girlfriend. I didn�t ask. We went to this quiet Italian restaurant out west, near the Everglades. It was perfect, not too busy and no chance in hell we would be recognized. What else can I say? We talked till 10 and then he asked me to run away with him. I told him yes, then we giggled through another hour, making plans and promises. And here I am. Writing my last diary entry as a non-adulterous woman. I can�t help it, I mean, I guess I could, but then I would be miserable for the rest of my life and I decided I don�t want that. He�s the one I�ve been dreaming about all these years. I hear it in his voice. I see it in his eyes. I feel it in my heart. Please don�t judge, you haven�t walked in my shoes. To my new friends out there in Diaryland, thank you. I�ll be in touch when we settle down, maybe I�ll start writing again too. Follow your dreams, listen to your heart and live every day like it�s your last. Before you leave, please do me one favor and check out this site.
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