"Curse" may no longer be an appropriate word for this story.

This update is for those of you who wrote to me predicting I would meet someone special.

Guess what has happened ...

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Two would’ve been great, as I’m trying to catch up after losing three weeks to jury duty. But I would be thrilled with one.

I’m usually putting an intro on the episode going live, and editing the one coming up the week after that.

I’ve never gone this close to a deadline with nothing in the can.

Yesterday, I tried my fourth attempt at a half-hearted topic, and it was so lack luster and passion free I wanted to cry.

I kept thinking “Shit. Am I burned out? Do I have nothing left to say about anything?” How can that be. I’ve been blogging for 13 years. I’ve recorded over a hundred of these shows.

Why can’t I just share what’s on my heart, like I usually do?

I decided to sleep on it, and work out on it this morning, and see if something floated to the surface of my consciousness before the afternoon. I can steal an hour or two to put something out, even if it’s a heartfelt confession about being blocked. An apology. Sorry guys.

Granted, life circumstances have put me behind … But what’s really on my heart and on my mind is a subject SO TABOO it’s even more vulnerable than the sharing of the love curse story.

My happiness.

I have so many conflicting thoughts — ethical, magical, personal, professional … All those lines are a bit blurred by this, and to tell the truth, there has never been a moment in my personal life that I have felt more terrified about sharing.

I kept it from my best friends for months.

The guy showed up.

Remember how Carrie Bradshaw had Mr. Big?

I binged the entire Sex and the City series on DVD when I was recovering from my stroke in 2003.

I’m stalling. Sorry.

So, according to my chart, this Love transit, that inspired me to fix my love curse, started a long time ago, last fall maybe — it was already going on before I heard about at the end of 2018.

Dena DeCastro told me it would last into 2020. It would ramp up and then peak in the summer of 2019. There are two “tent poles” to this transit peak — one in May 2019, and one in August 2019.

Now, the first one is exact May 16 - and I remember that because it’s my dad’s birthday.

It is May 11, 2019 as I record this.

I don’t know if there’s a oracle at the end of this show yet or not. I’m really down to the wire, recording this on the fly. Maybe I’ll pull a card, live, in the moment for us. At the end, after the credits.

Because this is almost live. It’s a high wire act.

I thought NO WAY am I telling anyone. I don’t want to jinx it.

Some of you guys told me you're binging the curse … how could I not share the biggest development?

And how could I chicken out and try to manipulate the outcome before sharing?

The spirit of this story is vulnerability and confession and maybe some good old fashioned sensationalized exhibitionism. Always good for infotainment.

As you can imagine, the last few months, I’m glancing at the calendar thinking “Okay … Is something going to happen?”

No, I can’t look. I can’t try to make it happen.

As I’ve found before with astrology — it is uncanny and no I can’t explain it and I wish i knew the secret to how these transits are true — but they always happen. And they don’t happen the way you’d imagine. They surprise you with their innovation, but they are always, in hindsight, kind of inevitable.

Now, knowing all that could mess with your head.

But I wasn’t going to show it.

Well … so, be warned.

Now, ethically, I am not sharing his name. Because he has no idea he’s part of this prophecy or this on-going reality show series. He doesn’t listen to this show, so that’s not the issue. I don’t want him to, because I don’t want him to be psyched out. But he’s not going to be listening to this.

However, I did not get his permission.

This is me talking to my girlfriends. He’s doing it too. He’s admitted as much. Just not with a few thousand people like I am.

Am I going to F this up?

Oh, yeah, and one other disclaimer, before I tell you about Mr. Moon.

The guy. The man. Dare we say the One?

About two years ago this man messaged me on a hook up app. One that will remain nameless, because I don’t need y’all going looking for my profile.

I honestly thought Wow. This guy is kind of out of my league.

Now, you may not know this about me, but, as a writer, I like to think my sexting is championship level. My love life has been dirty talking with virtual strangers for many years now. I’ve never met anyone from a hook up app in real life. I usually keep all that at arm’s length. Very compartmentalized.

And for the record, i have no shame about my sexuality. It’s very much a part of my spirituality, and I would do shows about it more, if it was something you could do A show about. I kind of feel like the only thing I could do is ask every single interview guest to share their thoughts on the subject. And I may do that at some point.

We both have iPhones. We were soon messaging every night. A little bit of FaceTime. We mostly did little audio clips back and forth. He is very funny and smart, clever, creative, intellectual, but also a big kid and a music lover.

And then we started texting back and forth during the day, like I do with most of my closet friends. Not sexting anymore. Long text conversations. He’s super communicative as I am.

We eventually started talking on the phone a little, although, as with all my closest friends, we actually prefer texting.

This went on for a few months. Several months. and then he started talking about meeting me in real life.

He lives in Dallas.

I had some sad experiences with long distance relationships.

There was another one, who only lived a few hours away, but … None of them ended well. They became chapters in my curse. A pattern.

So I was very reluctant to meet my Texan because of the distance.

He was very open with his feelings. He wanted to do the whole thing, meet, see if the chemistry was all there in real life, if so … Try to do the long distance thing for awhile and figure out a way to be together.

He kept saying that “We’ll figure it out. Don’t worry about it so much. We’ll figure it out."

I was like “We’ll figure it out is not exactly a plan.”

He was like “We’re the real thing. I know we are, so we’ll figure it out.”

He’s a Sagittarius.

BUT this a very Sagittarian “plan.”

I joke that a Sagittarius birthday party is “Meet me at this address on a random corner” and then you just go from there. And you have a great time.

After about a year of wanting to meet me, and having me shut him down because we didn’t have a plan, he started to get upset with me. He was also between jobs and stressed about all that, which didn’t help

He told me the feelings were real for him, we spending almost every day together on the phone. Every night.

He gave me an ultimatum and said if we weren’t going to meet and try to take our relationship off line, then he couldn’t do it anymore.

He said he was really emotionally invested and it was hurting his feelings that I was keeping us in limbo.

I wondered how much I was compounding his stress because he was in limbo with his job too.

I didn’t want it to end. I was afraid to take it further. I was really blowing it with him, I knew he was about to stop contacting me ...

And then, … his DAD DIED. Unexpectedly. Out of nowhere.

….

…..

It was so awkward and weird. and horrible.

I didn’t know whether to keep texting him and calling him to try to be there for him, or just leave him alone ...

I felt so guilty. But I also felt like maybe the Universe stepped in, you know?

I found him on Facebook and Instagram and sent him a friend request. We’d weirdly never connected those parts of our lives. I kind of intended it as a way to say I’m still your friend, I care what happens to you. I don’t want to *not know what happened to you.

I thought he might be pissed, but he accepted my friend request.

And that was the end of our contact.

I watched all the stuff about his dad from a distance … Just sending heart emojis and staying silent.

He would like my pics sometimes — he actually always likes a pic of me — but he never commented or messaged me privately.

I would scroll through and check to see if you saw my pics on Instagram. And he always liked. them.

He posts a lot on Instagram. He’s a graphic designer, so his pics are cool, and I always like seeing his cool Texas Sky pics.

Some of the things he would post — especially about what he was reading or watching on TV — I wanted to write him a fucking book because they were always so meaningful to me, we had so much in common. It was freaky. I fell in love with him even more as a real person, in his real normal FB life without me, from this distance.

That all happened about a year ago.

For the past year, we kept liking each other’s stuff. He’s not that interested in my spirituality stuff - thinks my job is cool, and he’s supportive but not invested in consumption of New Age stuff - but he d