Boys of Summer II

Did I mention yet another J, the older brother of one of my dearest friends? In response to invite to the dinner party he wrote:

J :"...as long as it's not just an excuse for a booty call."
V: ha! Surrender the fantasy. ;).
Although, on second thought, I have managed to slowly eliminate all my "quick and easies." You'd probably have to fight everybody else there for it, however.
J: I'm good at fighting...and there's a fine, fine line between violence and... ; )"

Shiver. Oh dear. I might just get into trouble.

My good friend A, his sister in law, is quite excited. It was only a few weeks ago, at a bar, when she realized we both had baby crushes on the other, but both reacted the same way: "Oh, (s)he would never go for me." He added, "I'm too old for her," while I said "I'm not his type, and he's S's brother!"

But there is a fantasy in the back of my head about being the sister-in-law of my first boyfriend and best friends. Like a guarantee I'll always be a part of that family, and be aunts to their kids - and to the three already terrific kids in that generation.

Oh, and did I mention he's a body builder? He's almost too big for me, honestly, but there's still something about a man who's arms are as big around as my head and could lift me over his head in a heartbeat that gets my juices flowing. Maybe it's pre-historic instinct, maybe it's socialization. Maybe I just like to be pushed around a little.

The thought still goes through my mind however: I'm not little enough. I still assume after all these years that all men want to date a size 4. And since I'll never be a size 4, I might as well admit that I'm going to be single the rest of my life.

All that said, of course, I'm back on the WW wagon, keeping track of everything that goes in my mouth. Frustrating to be ill the first few days - but c'est la vie!