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i am: 40...a capricorn / moon in pisces / libra rising...an old soul with a young spirit...older than i look...contemplating my 3rd tattoo...NOT a web designer...a lesbian...working things out with the g.f....a native iowan...a graduate of cornell college and ohio state...a critical reader and thinker...really rather shy...agnostic...an ardent feminist...a bleeding-heart liberal...a pacifist...and so not your average white grrl...
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feeling generous? *grin*
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June 09, 2004
something about the oomoto all those who urged me to call her, don't worry your pretty heads...i did. we've had 3 dates since. *grin*
now, y'all know i'm not trying to be in a relationship right now, or to fall in love, or anything dramatic like that. for obvious reasons. and she told me the other night that--while she likes me, and agrees that we have a great time together--she is seeing someone else, as well. somehow, miraculously, i am just fine with that. which is a first for me. i'm still trying to comprehend what that even means!
she's also very busy...with work, her writing projects, and helping her 70-something-year-old parents to raise her sister's two young children (after having already raised the first one, now 20). so i don't see her often. but when we're together....
there is something...something...about her.
on the first date, my hand brushed hers as i handed her a book she had just given me to look at...and the first word that comes to mind when i think about it is electric. when it happened, we both looked up at the same time. she felt it, too.
on the second date, as we sat next to each other at the play, my thigh, up against hers, was absolutely on fire for the entire 2 hours. i wanted to reach for her hand, but felt like it was too early. probably a good thing, judging from what it felt like to have her hold my hands in hers later on, when we were alone.
third date? we went to a party where we both knew a lot of people. we'd each be off socializing, enjoying the rooftop of the lofts on a breezy summer afternoon...and then we'd end up together, laughing and joking around. we'd drift apart again after awhile, and then she'd walk over next to me, asking me to "knock [her] a little kiss" (update: i'm sure it's been said elsewhere too, but that's a line from clueless, one of my favorite movies EVER). :) we had a blast, and i did not want the evening to end...which explains why i got home at almost 2:30 a.m. on a school night and had to fabricate a doctor's appointment the next morning to facilitate a couple of extra hours of rest (not sleep) before i drug my sorry ass into work.
needless to say, there is some madd chemistry happening here. i don't know if it's just good old-fashioned LUST, or what, but...damn.
at the same time...i'm really not stressed about it. i seem to be able to appreciate the time we spend together without expecting anything beyond that...or at least, not anything serious.
i've said it before...this doesn't feel like my life. but like i've also said before...that's not really a bad thing.
8:09 PM
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