Um, Wednesday

Well yes, I did have a nice day yesterday, thank you very much. It was not without its degree of emotional fraughtness, especially during the time when I found myself unexpectedly in crush-boy's company, but that went rather well, too. I don't think it was my imagination that he looked at me starry-eyed a few times.

Which just goes to show that these silly people have a point: one does feel better about oneself when dressed well.

Boywich arrives tomorrow, so I finally called my super about the electricity (or lack thereof) in the bathroom, after some gentle chiding by Special J over margaritas (her) and sangria (me). We had a lovely, lovely time together, by the way, getting our faces scrubbed and smoothed and lavender-oiled, and then having our feet made pretty. Sigh. Wish I could do that more often; there's nothing like having someone massage your arms and hands with lavender oil. Though I did wish I'd been able to book the woman who did it last time; I wanted to marry her by the end of it. (You think I'm joking, I know, but a facial involves a chest massage, too, and really, I lay there thinking, "Maybe I should be dating women." But no, it's just her.)

(Okay, I'll shut up now before this deteriorates into the kind of thing that sends the Google web crawlers into apoplexy)

Where was I? Oh yes, boys.

Damn his pretty, pretty eyes. Not really, I love those eyes.

Anyway, it's all as relatively copacetic as it could be, and now I can entertain myself with lurid fantasies involving him falling madly, desperately in love with me (because I am so wonderful, no?) and - well, we won't go into what happens next.

Let's just say that it's a good thing I have a sweet cat (for the snuggling) and a lot of these (for the other).

And two bikes, for the working off of all that extra energy, er, tension, er, you know what I mean. Ooomph.

Okay, full disclosure: I could fall in love with this guy at the drop of a hat (I can hear them all falling off the hatpegs on the bedroom wall, now - 23 of them), and it will be interesting to see what happens. It may well just dissipate - other crushes of mine certainly have. Or it may not.

And now, to bike. Perchance to pick up some more Dr. Bronner's and such, so that even if Boywich has to shower by candlelight, at least he can be immersed in lavender while doing so. We love Boywich.

PS. The toes, by the way, are fairy-blue.