7/31/01
Um.. yeah, so I saw a movie and had icecream with a cute guy yesterday. A veritable SLAM. One who’s ears I nibbled on once or twice during college years but haven’t seen or heard from in nearly half a decade until this past weekend. Soo… um, no kissy face, booty call, or anything like that. Yet. Maybe. Who knows. *Grin*.
We had a nice hug at the end of our evening out and those old odd feelings came back in a mighty rush that felt barely containable all evening. Not love, no. I’ll be honest and say that we were definitely not in love in those long gone academic days.. I would say that I was definitely in lust with him back in the day. What’s the difference?
In Love: “Wow, he’s so smart, and witty, and charming, and gentlemanly…and oh my gosh, soo good with kids.. and like, he’s so… wow… his character is sooo like fascinating and I could talk to him for hours… and I want his dreams to come true and I hope that I’m in them and there’s no one else I’d rather spend hours with in a caf� discussing books, philosophy, introducing him to my Dad…”
In Lust: “Wow, I like how his finger tips feel against my waist when he’s hugging me goodnight and the smell of his chest and how much would I just love to nibble on his ears and drag my lips slowly across his shoulders and…ooh I’m getting carried away…”
So challenging, the honest acknowledgement of corporeal attraction versus the rationale of the ephemeral psyche. But honestly, nothing happened this time around. Just good talks, and a hug goodnight (with his fingers pressing just right on my waist)