katherines adventures

A tale of a man in a woman's body

Sunday, September 10, 2006

without a reason, what is this fire
You would think I’d never been alone in an elevator with a boy before. Me plus a sexy boy in a small, enclosed space equals seriously naughty thoughts.

I bumped into you at the elevator shortly after we’d both left our office. I made some inane comment about how I really wasn’t following you and you just smiled. You didn’t have the decency to stand facing the front of the elevator, instead you stood facing me and we just smiled a lot for no reason as we made forgettable chitchat for the few minutes it took us to go up just three floors. If I didn’t know better, I’d swear to God you were flirting with me. It was as if as soon as we stepped into that metal box, all the air got sucked out and replaced with pheromones. Did you feel that? That felt like a moment.
A moment inexplicably crackling with electricity. What the hell was that about? Not to alarm you, but had the elevator gotten stuck like it’s been know to do, I would have jumped your bones without compunction.


And we had all hoped that the barf quotient of this blog would be going down.


This could all be in my head, of course. It very probably is. “Oh, you had a moment!” “Now THAT, my friend, is a shared moment.” etc.


But seriously, and chime in here, how can you really tell the difference between electricity that results from mutual attraction and electricity that’s just a product of your own lust addled brain? Because I sure as hell can’t tell. When I was crushing on the boy so many years ago, I had absolutely no idea he was interested in me, too, hence my complete surprise when he asked me out. Further, I hadn’t had a clue that he was interested in me quite a while before that, when I was still dating someone else. We had both been in a government class the year before and I remember he always had something funny to say in greeting when he walked up to me in class and later he told me that he would spend the entire walk to class thinking of something to say to make me laugh. Who knew? So apparently my radar for this kind of thing is absolutely worthless.


I watched an old Dawson’s Creek this morning (I watch cheesy TV, so sue me). It was one of my favorite episodes – the one where Pacey and Joey are trapped at K-mart all night (Pacey and Joey 4eva!). Completely unoriginal, yes. But who wouldn’t want to be stuck overnight with Pacey/Joshua Jackson? Well, unless I’d rather be stuck overnight with Snark Boy (aka Crankypants, also CFKABE, crush formerly known as Blue Eyes. Ok, I’ll stop now). Although Target kicks K-mart’s ass all around the block. Where was I going with this? Oh yes, this:

“Is this a new development?”

“Wanting to kiss you? No, it’s sort of always there, like white noise or the Secret Service or the threat of nuclear war, for that matter. It’s just something you get used to.”


This whole being a reasonable, less juvenile, less boy crazy blogger is gonna be an uphill battle, folks.


I want you
I want you,
I want you so bad
Honey, I want you