How I love thee so.
Outside a group of about six young men are taking turns at a game of chess. Drinking coffee. Chatting. Wearing glasses (several of them, swoon.) Long hair (one of them, swoon.) And wearing a white oxford with a skinny tie and shorts with scruffy facial hair and adorable shaggyish brown hair, SERIOUS SWOON–think the adorable Paul Todaro.)
And as I sit here typing and smiling and swooning (I love men.) All I can think about was how long ago it was that I WAS THIS PERSON. Sophomore Year Summer–affectionate known as crazy summer on Canadaway living with Katie and drinking 40s on the porch with boys playing chess. Do I dare say how long ago that was? Could it be 16 years ago?
Goodness those boys outside are just a wee bit older than 16. Toddlers. They were toddlers while I was drinking, smooching and learning the game of chess.
Gulp. Good thing I don’t feel as old or even look as old as I really am. I even wore pigtails out last night. Tee hee.
Talk about a heartbreaking realization:
Male Friend: I am having trouble getting work done.
Me: I can see why (I mean not see why, where are her boobs?)
Male Friend (who I thought liked my boobs): Boobs are overrated.
Male Friend: I’m just saying you have to consider the entire package.
Me: Good to know. I’ve been hoping they would be my saving grace all this time.
Oh my. Oh my. Oh my.
So I think I mentioned how I was out on Mardi Gras and met two MARRIED MEN. The first one was all harmless and flirtatious and naughty and the second one was much more fun conversation and chatting, hence me giving him my number in the first place.
And then I found out he was married. And deleted his number and walked away as soon as he got up to go to the bathroom.
So, I’m catching up on the blog world today when I see a number from someone I don’t recognize. Since FLUSHING my cell phone weeks ago, this happens a lot. I don’t have all the numbers reprogrammed yet.
I casually ask with a smiley wink who is this?
And it is the MARRIED MAN FROM MARDI GRAS.
The semi-cool guy I met on Mardi Gras? He hopes he didn’t come off as an ass? Has a crazy idea, not sure I would go for it (this is where I’m frightened a little…) A road trip with him to visit a recently divorced buddy out of town? (Huh? I know I come across familiar and friend people quickly but really? I talked to him for maybe 90 minutes?) He didn’t mean anything…he just enjoyed my company and my *snappy banter* (who doesn’t?) and it wasn’t the same ol’ mundane stuff you hear at bars or it was the connection we had. (Sigh…hence me giving him MY NUMBER BEFORE FINDING OUT HE WAS MARRIED.) It would be fun to know me.
Yep, yep it IS FUN TO KNOW ME.
Now if I could only be getting these kind of text messages from someone else…