But when I am, look out. My brass balls came out of my dress pants Monday afternoon. I didn't want to walk away, I didn't want to never see him again. So when he showed me his bare left hand, I went in for the kill. I asked this total stranger if he was seeing anyone. He was not. I called him that night. We went out two nights this week.
And as soon as it started, it ended.
He's in a much different place than me. I have ideas of what I'd like to do and where I'd like to be. He does not. It's okay. I'm glad I know now rather than 8 months from now. But damn he is sexy. We know some of the same people. We'll see each other again. I know I'll see him if I remain interested in local politics.
I always thought I'd marry a politician, and I've tried to conduct my public life as if I would. It won't be this one, but I'd still like to kiss him.
Sunday, November 25, 2007
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You go girl!
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