But back to Belgian Boy - I have been thinking back, trying to trace if I had or thought or even considered this before this past week. And... I must confess I did. For one brief moment in orientation - he caught my eye. But at that time I was still dating X and I believe you can acknowledge someone's attractiveness but you leave it there when you've got someone. But after that though we were in the same classes together and even a history tutorial together where yes he proved his thoughtfulness by baking cookies without eggs or gluten - a serious challenge. The kicker in the what the hell am I feeling here moment? The place we were all at, is a community house for some of the students, and one of the family's has kids. Seeing a little three year old curled up in his lap had my uterus screaming so loud I am sure every person in the room could hear it. I know I could. Note to single men, genuinely being interested in small children is probably one of the top ways to indirectly turn a woman to mush. But it is what it is - he'll make someone happy and I can take that victory. The world needs good men and that is all I'm fighting for these days.
Though I must say, I find it incredibly amusing that I'm smacked upside the head by this, while trying to avoid a fellow classmate. He and I have had all the same classes this past year, the same late night Tuesday class to be specific. He's a sweet dear man, who is looking for a wife. There is a distinction. There is a distinction between wife and partner hunting. Wife hunting comes across differently, it conveys to me a sense of looking for someone to make life less boring, but not necessarily considering who that person truly is. That is not to say they're misogynists when they do so. Absolutely not, I just do not like being hunted irrespective of who I am and where I am going in life. And since I am up a sh*t creek without a paddle or even a boat these days when it comes to that, why would I get into a relationship where I don't get to figure that out. But that's a bit of a detour. He's sweet, and I'm getting all sorts of signals, the kinds that cannot be obscured in any way. So I have taken to trying to avoid him, in an attempt to discretely give off the signal of not being interested, as I have not desire to pop a single 40 year old man's bubble...
*Supernatural - see I'm catching up on all sorts of tv and wondering if it's doing more or less damage to my brain
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