Boys

So I usually don’t like to spill the dirt on the latest boy saga. I’m not really the Carrie Bradshaw type who will share the trials and tribulations of the single life. One, because you never know who can end up reading this - including the subjects I may speak about (as well as the parents, or my future self). And two, because I’m fairly waspy and private (says the person with a personal blog). But I have to share the latest saga in abbreviated form. I have the delusional impression that my married kin appreciate the voyeuristic look back into a singleton life. This last month I saw not one, nor two, but three boys come back into my life. Now two of them I’ve kind-of moved on to the friend stage in my head. I was enamored with them initially (which is a pattern I’ve noticed) but the timing was off. They’re great guys and I’m happy to have them in my life as friends. Although it’s not clear that’s where they are in their heads - talk about timing. Granted there is still a certain attraction there for me. But is there something to say about attraction being based on them being attracted to you? You know - you like being liked so you like the person that is liking you?

Now, of the three guys, I was dumb-struck by one of them (who will remain nameless). We got together for drinks the other night again and just really hit it off. I felt more connected with him than anyone else before. It’s the closest I’ve come to finding a kindred spirit or a soul mate or any of that Hollywood stuff that seeps into your mindset and puts a goofy grin on your face. Usually, after I meet someone I’m interested in, I’m concerned about the next steps and all that stuff. Should you call, or play it cool, or what? I over think my game. It’s so lame considering I’m pretty good at the same relationship building that’s needed in the business world. But I get all nervous about this stuff, no matter how much practice. And yet with this guy - no problem - I wasn’t in a rush, like I just knew it would all work out. It was some strange zen trance. And then a few weeks passed and I reverted back to the old ways, wondering.

Of course, when it rains it pours but the one you want you can’t have and the grass is always greener on the other side of the fence. Right?

I’m off for dinner with #2 at a cool place I haven’t checked out yet - some fun gastropub that’s popped up. And I’m really excited about hanging out with my true #1 guy tomorrow morning in a bouncy castle. He may only be 2 years old but man, do we know how to have a good time! End boy rant.