So not long after clicking "publish post" on my last entry, he called and asked if I wanted to take the dog to the park with him. And I said? What every emotional masochist says, duh. Yes.
Why not throw some salt in that wound? Hey, lets extend the rehabilitation process of our last meeting by a few weeks. Why not? Oh and hey, bring your camera so you can document it all and pour over it later when you're really in the throws of feeling miserable for yourself. Atta girl.
As always I had so much fun with him and the time spent was too short. Again he asked me to come in at the end and again I said no. Again he asked me to stay with him and again I said no out loud while inside I was screaming yes.
Though I wouldn't wish this feeling on my worst enemy, it is comforting to know that one of my close friends is also experiencing an adult crush. Or waves an old one, whatever, I'm not picky. The symptoms are equally deadly. She had this to say:
"I guess some people just get under our skin and stay there. But God, what I wouldn't give to make those butterflies go away."
Amen to that.