This is just a quick FYI before I go to paint. I believe I must have said something about being finished my painting in a month roughly a month ago. Apparently I was wrong. There is still a great deal of acrylic to be used and white wall for said acrylic to be used on. (Yes, I know I ended a sentence with a preposition. I can put a preposition wherever I want them at.)
Anyways, I have been sending obscene amounts of time with JD these past couple of weeks. OBSCENE amounts of time. OBSCENE. We study together every night, although as much time is spent talking as is spent absorbing information from those study kits. We go out every Saturday, and I think this weekend, we're going to be hanging out on Sunday, too.
Oddly enough, nothing has really happened between us sexually or unusually unplatonic. It seems that we are both content to get to know each other before rushing into any sort of relationship. This, my friends, is not only something that I want. This is something I need.
I believe I said something about nothing being interested in the guy whatsoever. Well, spending obscene amounts of time together kinda changes all of that. I mean, it's not as if sparks are flying, but wayward thoughts have strayed into my mind. Thoughts like:
"Look at those arms..."
and
"Look at those legs..."
JD certainly ain't one of those guys with chicken legs. No chicketa-chinese-ta-chinese chicken legs, here. No siree. And you should see this guy with those barbells flexing those muscles *goosebumps*. (I swear, I did just get goosebumps typing that). We're going to start working out together in a couple of weeks, too.
As for those wayward thoughts, the most foreign one to stray into my mind must have been:
"He certainly would make a good boyfriend."
Because he would, at the very least in that superficial, stereotypical kinda way, make a very good boyfriend - always opening doors for me, carrying me everywhere, and offering to carry me more, never wants me to spend my own money. That kinda thing.
But I am taking my time. I still miss Flez. Don't get me wrong, I certainly do. But hanging out with JD is helping. Hopefully, soon, I would be able to think about Flez not with painful memories of things that once were but could no longer be, but more with sad nostalgia. Sin lágrimas.
Anyways, I just have to write this down. JD's mother likes me a lot. It's laughable really, thinking about how much Flez' mother still hates my guts. JD's mom has made several comments that has clued me into her liking for me, including testimony from her son about her speaking highly of me. But my favourite was this particular instance when I was hanging out with him and his mom at their house last week Saturday.
JD's mom and I were talking when out of the blue she says:
JD's Mom: "Dane likes skinny girls, you know."
[Maybe at this point I should point out that I am 5'2", 106 pounds, mostly muscle, little fat. And muscle is heavier than fat. Maybe that's not skinny to you Americans, but down here I am fucking anorexic.]
Me: "Okaay..."
JD's Mom: "Yeah. JD only likes skinny girls. Isn't that true, JD?"
JD: "No, Mummy. That's not true."
JD's Mom: "Don't take him on. He does not like fat girls. Not so, JD?"
JD: "I don't *not* like fat girls."
JD's Mom: "What?"
JD: "Well, not to be with."
JD's mom *looking at me*: "You see what I mean? You should stay skinny."
I do not know how I managed to not roll all over their carpeted living room floor laughing myself 5 pounds thinner.
Off on a different tangent, I am wondering if Flez used my UTC number to put money into my account. The last time I checked my balance was last week Saturday, and I did not notice any upward fluctuations in my account then. If I don't see any when I check again the Saturday coming, I'll have to contact him to find out what the fuck is going on. I am absolutely dreading that.
Anyways, let me at least start to paint before JD calls and messes up my plans.
"You can't avoid people any more with all of this technology. A few days ago, my home phone was ringing. I didn't answer it. A few seconds later, my cell phone begins to ring. What part of 'I'm masturbating' don't you get?" - some comedian
So true.