mmmm....

So, I have had a crush on my ballet teacher for awhile now. Last saturday, he had invited our class to a modern ballet performance that he had had something to do with, and I saw him there. Tonite, one of my classmates from the class I take from him had a "gallery opening" at the panini restaurant down the street from me. Knowing he would be there, I went and hung out. And when he showed up, he hung out with me. He helped the artist too, but he kept coming back. Anyway, he and I went out to grab a bite at the irish pub across the street from the opening and then hung out. I had fun. He is actually older than I thought. He is an odd combination of dorky and cocky that is really intriguing.

Please note that these are the thoughts of a rather inebriated woman (which would be much more apparent if I didn't have some kind eye for typos - I realize that this statement may be completely guffawed at by more sober eyes)

I like him. We'll see how wednesdays class goes...

The Summer of Love

Okay, I am declaring this the Summer of Love. My friend Amy has declared it that for her and her husband, and I am just copying them. I don't know how it will show up, and perhaps it will show up the way I want as me being madly in love at the end of the summer.