oleander wrote:the grocery store (?? nice cucumber--want to go out sometime?)
I went right to the gutter. Right there. Splash. Now I'm sitting in it. Excellent.
I love dance! I would love to date a dancer boy. My instructor is this beautiful young woman, and one day she randomly brought her husband in to demonstrate ballroom dancing.
Oh, my God. And I don't drool often. Tall, toned, tanned, blondish hair, was able to keep from staring long enough to notice his eyes, I think they were blue, he was IN SPANDEX and he WALTZED. Holy crow.
Part of my problem is I am a very spiritual person. (Not so much religious; I'm part of a group of metaphysicists who meet at a "church" but we really sit around and do healing meditations and talk about what we feel and stuff, it's a wonderful environment for me.) But that isn't something the average person is interested in. It's hard enough to find anyone near my own age who goes that way, much less a reasonably attractive, charming young men. Actually, I know *no* men my age-ish in the community. Much less any I'm attracted to. So that sort of severely handicaps me. I am going to a massive gathering in a couple weekends. All the metaphysics groups in the area are getting together for a picnic. Maybe I'll meet someone I'll fall madly in love with. Hee. <3 Wouldn't that just ruin all my plans. :p