Has never really bothered me.
Neither has black cats or spilled salt or open umbrella’s.
I’ll knock on wood if I don’t particularly want something to become real.
As for the rest, just something to talk about on occasion.
And then I met my dude.
The real one.
The one I still dream about.
The one I still think of when I hear Nat King Cole’s Stardust. Or Dave Brubeck’s Take Five.
The one that makes me want to sing songs.
That made my breath hitch when I heard his voice over the phone.
The one that could make me do really stupid things – like move to the States, or cook a meal every night 😉
And the reason why I will always think fondly of Friday the 13th, is because of the whole convoluted Knights Templar/Freemason story.
Not that I’m any kind of expert on either, but he was a Mason, and I loved him.
This one’s for you Sailor…