Blind Prophecy

Theory #1: It’s spring and everyone is feeling a bit more randy than usual.
Theory #2: Working out + contact lenses = a hotter more confident me.
Theory #3: Beltane magic is in the air.
Theory #4: The fact that I’m moving in less than two months, and therefore unavailable for a long-term relationship, can somehow be read in my aura, and people like it.

I don’t know, but I’ve been hit on by attractive and intelligence guys twice in the last 48 hours. Then there was the whole waiting room incident earlier this week. Prior to that, though, I can’t remember the last time anyone actually sincerely tried to get my attention that way. Of course, you have to be pretty aggressive to get my attention because I’m usually oblivious to less-than-obvious signals.

Anyway, the latest guy made it clear that he wouldn’t mind if I asked him out. I guess that means it’s my call. On one hand, I feel like I ought to seize the opportunity to at least get a little practice at this dating stuff. But then, (and I know this is a lame excuse) do I really want to pursue anything with so little time left (and so little free time at that). Yeah, yeah, I know, I’m putting the cart before the horse and I ought to just see where things go. I’m not even sure that I’ll like this guy beyond the initial first impressions. But that’s me, I tend to worry about these things long before I actually should.

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