“And he made me feel excited—
well, excited and scared.”
— Stephen Sondheim, Into the Woods
Wow. That’s exactly how I feel right now.
I was just thinking at lunch how cool it is to be able to flirt with a guy and not have to worry about whether he’s going to think I’m gay or that I’m going to get beaten up; that we can skip the “getting over the fact that I’m a guy and attracted to you” awkwardness and just be honest with each other; that we can openly tell the other guy how sexy we think he is.
This is nice. And new. And terrifying. I’m not used to telling someone that I think he’s gorgeous or that I love the sound of his voice and mean it in that way.
Seeing his name on my phone when he calls and my heart momentarily stopping.
It’s like being on a fast ride. All the time. Let’s hope it’s not a short ride.
(Haha, you probably won’t get that. That’s a nerdy reference to John Adams’ piece for orchestra, Short Ride in a Fast Machine. See, I told you you wouldn’t get it.)
a hard and a rock place 
🙂 I love that feeling you get when you’re honest and openly flirting with a great guy.
I know! It’s so nice to not play the “are you straight, gay or curious?” game too. It would certainly rock if I could find a guy here in Minneapolis but they’re kind of hard to smoke out.
Understandably so, I guess. Especially if they’re straight-acting. That’s…difficult.
And hey, what ever happened to post #9?
Whoops! That was my bad. The numbering is fixed now.