Well that was nice. Finally got high with the young one after months of misfires and fumbled attempts. Perhaps persuaded him that I am not a creepy old crazy, or if I am that at least I am a *likable* creepy old crazy, with many things in common to be amused by. As a quirky aquarian I really *DO* mean it when I say we can just be friends.
Or at least I hope so. I have mightily attempted to avoid over analyzing the encounter and dissecting it as part of my new campaign to not become completely obsessed with a hopeless quasi-romantic idea for the elevnty-millionth time in my life. Perhaps then maybe yehuda/the universe/fate etc. will have finally judged me favorably in the war against my own worst desires and I can be released from my personal prison of unchosen chastity. Or something.
