I Fell in Love Three Times This Weekend

First, a scholar visiting my work for an academic conference. And a lumberjack, complete with full red beard.

I “had” to give him a ride to his hotel.

He told me his life mottos was “Enjoy every moment” and I thought, “Wow, this is the man for me.”

Just like that, I fell in love.

Sadly, right after that he talked about his wife.

So I have a snowballs chance in hell with him.

Pitter patter my broken heart.

Second, the caterer who staffed my dinner reception on Saturday night.

We hit it off an were bantering back and forth for most of the evening.

He was bright, funny, and handsome.  And he was a lumberjack.

As I was leaving, he came up to me, shook my hand and expressed regret that the two of us couldn’t go out for a drink.

But he didn’t ask for my number.

Pitter patter my broken heart.

Third, I went to a Pleasure Party for my girl Melissa and saw my girl crush there.

Yes, I have a girl crush.

She looked sexy as always and good enough to eat.

The way she talks about football gets my blood flowing.

So I chatted with her about all things pleasurable and inwardly thrilled at her every word.

She admitted she falls for straight girls but is reforming her ways.

Pitter patter my broken heart.

But there you have it, I fell in love three times in one weekend and had my heart broken every time.

Oh l’amour…

2 thoughts on “I Fell in Love Three Times This Weekend

  1. Hmmm. Three times in a weekend. That’s not too shabby. Perhaps the universe is waking up to your needs. I think you should help the universe though … like be a touch more aggressive don’t you think? Nothing stopped you from asking for his number! Or following up with the other two on some pretext.

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