I saw the awesome Cyclist today-- spent pretty much the whole day together -- and feel nothing but great about seeing him. No sadness, no poignancy, no awkwardness, no pining. I did have a few moments where I thought "DAMN he is hot" despite attempts to not notice this kind of thing, like I usually try to do with male friends (it seems almost a violation of boundaries so I try not to cross them in my head) but go easy on me, we were in a pool. A woman can only be so strong.
|Can you blame me?|
(The only time my knees truly went weak... good thing we were floating.)
And something else came out of this day: realizing that some of the other guys I'm getting to know don't make me laugh. Granted, I'm just getting to know people and you can't have fun until you're comfortable, but note to self: use FUN as a gauge, okay? Okay.