Sorry the picture is fuzzy. I took it with my camera phone. If you are wondering what he was peddling well, it's glass blown pot-pipes of course! Homeless Bob wants to know if they can be used for bubbles too.
So, I'm surrounded by this playful and free atmosphere. I'm healthy again. I'm wearing my skinny jeans for the first time in a looooong time. And there's this man...
HAH! Did you see that one coming?
I met this man while grabbing lunch several months ago while I was dating SM. We became friends (yes, only friends and never once dawned on me to think of it as anything else so shaddup) and he'd often ask "How's your Mr. Perfect?" And so this last time I had to admit that "My Mr Perfect" wasn't mine any more. To which he replied that the SM must be a complete idiot for tossing me aside without a second glance. It always feels good to have another man validate your desirability. So, here's the hard part. The man, he asked me out. I'm not really ready to jump into a relationship right now. There's the part of me that is lonely and yearning to be touched but there's a voice in my head that says "You really don't want that touch to be anyone's but SM's." And the voice is right. BUT, I'm not a wallower. I'm the ripthebandaidoff girl. And sometimes it just takes forcing yourself to jump in order to get any kind of movement. The man is smart and funny and genuine and sweet and umm... HOT!
So, do I jump? Do I spring myself forward even though I'm pretty sure I'm not ready yet just help me get the hell over it already?
Do I jump?