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Crushing on a man. |
03.20.07 |
Oh. My. GOD! Met with my T&T broker tonight to sign the application for the re-fi. I am soooo mesmorized by him, I can hardly STAND myself. He is so hot, and he smells good, and he's cute, and he's smart, and funny. And he smells really, really good.
I was feeling so low when I saw him walking up to the coffee house we met at. And then he gave me a sideways grin and a little wave hello with the tips of his fingers. He walked in and sat down and we just locked eyes for like a whole minute. Funny, because six months ago, it was the same way. He makes me feel all tongue tied and shy, it's nearly pathetic how I ogle at him.
He's an ex-preacher. Isn't that funny? To think that I would be so utterly enthralled by a man of God - me, the devout agnostic. But he makes me feel all squishy on the inside.
We sat and discussed the program for an hour. He doesn't know why Mr. T is gone, but he did say that he thanked God six months ago when I signed the papers on the solo. He admitted that he usually doesn't get into other people's business, but he was afraid back then that putting him on the papers would make for a nightmare for me.
Hmm. Ok. Perceptive much? Or could it have been that we originally met singly, I told him under no circumstances did I want him on it?
Anyway, when we were finished there was this awkward, wonderful empty spaced we filled with only eye contact. So I cleared my throat and told him thank you very much, you're a life saver, but I need to get home to help the kid with his homework. Then we sat and talked some more. Heh. Anyway, I finally stood up and told him to come give me some sugar. we hugged and it was amazing. he rubbed and patted my back and his cologne filled my nostrils with warm, wonderful Man Scent that stayed with me long into the commute home.
He walked me to the car and amicably wrapped his arm over my shoulder. I wrapped mine back around his waist. At the car, we parted ways. But my, oh my.
Anyways, I'm gushing. He's far too gorgeous and smart and successful, not to mention it's really not practical or ethical to want anything more. On the one hand, I would feel drastically out-classed and out of place with him. On the other, well, it's really best for me to not even go there right now. Besides, who would be my broker if we did?
Anyway, I'm pretty sure it's all a one-sided crush anyway. Mmm, but it's a really tasty one nonetheless.
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