Saturday, September 12, 2009

Hot and sweaty


Life is a lot like sex. You get this glamorous image in your head that is most likely based on movies and books. Things should look this way and smell that way. It should sound like this and taste like that. But real life and real sex are never actually like the movies. It's hot and sweaty and messy and complicated.


It's also scary because there are no promises. No guarantees. No promises of a happy ending. We fall down. And it hurts.


The guy I've been seeing, the one with out a name - oh hell, he really does need a name otherwise this all just gets confusing. Buffett. Stacie suggested it and she's never steered me wrong yet. So, that's it. I hereby christen the hot eagle scout architect Buffett. - Buffett has butterflies dancing a jig in my stomach and thinking about him at the most random moments brings a goofy smile to my face.

Friday, UPSGuy brought me flowers at work and asked me out. I thanked him but declined. I don't regret it. But the more I think I might kinda like Buffett, the more I want to chase down that UPS truck and... and... and anything. Because at the moment, anything would be less scary than getting hot and sweaty again.

5 comments:

Mel's Way or No Way said...

All of life is one risk after another. Stop taking risks and you stop living.

Renaissance Woman said...

I think it's great! Go get yourself some Buffett...

Daenel said...

How very exciting and scary for you. Follow your heart, it may mean it gets broken but also means that there are limitless possibilities. Enjoy the ride.

Blondiesblondemoments said...

I know exactly how you feel...just take one day at a time and enjoy things as they come...that's all you can do.

Stacie's Madness said...

a-fucking-men

I feel the same way...I want to denounce any fluttery feelings because the lead me to hurt...

but. I'm not feeling any and I am quite ok with that...for now.

good luck with Buffet. ;_