Two Princes

The heart wants what the heart wants. I should want a guy who drives into the city on a bustling Saturday afternoon and buys me ice cream, gets Baloo an empty cone, walks with me, thinks I'm funny and beautiful, and thinks I was everything he hoped and more. I should want that. Weird slightly shady departure from the military aside, he was a total sweetheart. And I think we're going to be good friends and told him as much. He's still texting me to wish me a good morning and joking about whether he's welcome to still walk with Baloo and me now that I've written him a "Dear Drew" letter. I know he's attracted to me and there's a part of me that feels it unfair to allow him to pursue friendship when it is clear he wouldn't mind it being more. But his heart wants what it wants and I have been honest with him about my heart and the possibilities for 'us.'

I haven't found the euphemistic language I want to apply to the second prince but suffice it to say this is not a guy who would buy me ice cream but he got far further in his advances because neither of us cared. I think it's doing my head in a bit because these guys were literally hours apart in what is otherwise a pretty barren social landscape. That and it was such a significant deviation from situation normal for Ava. But it is what it is. Part of why yoga is so good for my mind is it reminds me that I can't be anywhere else but the present. That I'm fighting the universe by insisting on hanging out in the past or straining to divine the future. Yoga is honestly a little hard on my back but I love the way I feel about my body and everyone else's body in that space.

In other news I got a random call from my Dad on Sunday who left a message that he was thinking about the way my smile lights up the room. Wow. Sometimes he really throws down the gauntlet for any guy I might seriously consider being with. What a guy.