leftunspoken's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- On a day in January A strange and wonderful weekend. (Aren't they all.) Thank you notes, because I'm basically well-mannered despite all indications otherwise. Cleaning, because that's what weekends are for. A night out that was purportedly to celebrate my birthday early, but resulted in me concluding that I should move to DFW or at the very least find new friends. But then an ending to said evening which resulted in a small gift. The gift being a run-in with a crush. (Which sounds painful, but caused only that delicious little pain that flings itself against your interior chest wall and flutters in your throat, when offered something you wanted.) His name is, well...S. And he's beautiful. My idea of beautiful. Well-fed but muscular, thoroughly inked, soft-voiced, strong-jawed, and with a look in his eyes that says he'd be just as likely to pick me up, carry me to his room, throw me on the bed, and fuck my brains out; as he would to read me poetry and stroke my hair while I curled in his lap. My kinda guy! Now what this will be...I don't know. Those of you who've known me for any time at all know I'm a horrible judge of men and generally a hazard to myself and others. (Those of you who haven't known me long, may take notice that the comment in my profile about serving as a "horrible warning" is very, very true.) Regardless...all is well. I'm generally content and of good cheer and hopeful. Which is not always a condition I maintain. 4:04 p.m. - January 12, 2004 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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