Classes started yesterday, and quite ironically (and fitting with my neo-Romanticist expectations) the two classes I thought I was going to hate the most are my favorites so far.
It is a truth in life that when a man likes you, other men can somehow instinctively smell the primal competition and succeed in sniffing you out all at the same time. There has been a flurry of offers to hang, get coffee, go walking in the park...I have to say it is quite flattering.
And so I'm thinking about all of this, because it seems I'm being handed a silver platter of choices. I'm actually not sure if I want to choose any, but I am intensely curious at all the options. I look at my semester, the time management difficulties already arising. And I still feel a pull toward something that perhaps would go nowhere, and certainly currently is going nowhere, but nonetheless the sexual tension exists, the interest exists, and is not to be denied.
More later...
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