Here we go…
Can I be pathetic for just a minute?
I am in…like.
I’ve sort of met someone.
And I can’t tell you how embarrassingly dear diary I feel to be smiling as I write this and trying not to sigh and stare dreamily off into space.
We had lunch on Friday, sat by a waterfall and discussed, among other things, cross-country travels, our families, string theory, nonprofit funding structures, web trends, Star Trek.
Smiled a lot.
I’m still smiling, in fact.
On Friday night we stayed up talking until almost 3am.
The morons who manage the apartment complex where I live changed the laundry room lock but neglected to give anyone the key, so all my jeans wound up being held hostage in the laundry room. As a result I had to wear a skirt to work on Friday, and since I was in no mood for massive deforestation, I wore my knee boots. I didn’t mind so much because the boot are hot and transfer some of that hotness to me when I wear them and indeed, it was the right choice as he complimented them no fewer than three times and commented on my own hotness at least once.
It’s true. I am hot.
It’s been years and years since I’ve felt like this, this embarrassingly sappy level of infatuation. I forgot the anxiety that goes along with it, how I can’t sleep and feel constantly nauseous. Saturday morning I woke to this incredible feeling of anxiety of tension and it took me a minute to remember that I’m feeling this way as a result of something that’s also making me smile like an idiot. A nice change, let me tell you, because there have been no shortage of times in the past year where the anxiety and tension was the result of nothing nearly so pleasant.
We are planning to have lunch again on Monday and have a “real” date next weekend (if I can find a babysitter — sigh). I love that we work close enough that we can have lunch. No babysitter necessary and I don’t have to worry about putting out. 
July 30th, 2007 at 5:23 am
Wow! :o)
July 30th, 2007 at 11:13 am
How sweet