puer prudentior est quam puer

Probably what the sculptures of Rome in antiquity would pound out on a daily basis. The nobility seemed to have them, and the world today calls it Roman when it's that prominent. Sometimes they don't work on faces, but on his it does. "Mmm, mmm, some thing's coming over me..." I'm stealing peaks like a child behind a pew at church, very interested in the person sitting behind me. But in this case he is on my left. He just stretched, his arms are that of a Greek god.

Anyway this is the end of the school year. And good riddance. I'm done with this place... for a few weeks anyway. I just wanted to get some thoughts out while I give my over-worked, saturated, Economically-challenged brain a rest.

Relationships. I was thinking in the shower today what mine right now is building off from, and what is its foundation. I had trouble defining anything and wonder if it's comfort I feel now or if this is the beginning of love and I'm waiting for the show to start. Or I may just be incapable of feeling anything deeper with my heart. What a great guy he is. But sometimes I want him to go sit over there while I have some time to myself.

A guy that I was interested in, and from what he said, he felt similar said, "When we get together we just talk about us." At the time, it was as if that was a no no. We needed to get together and discuss the world, art, philosophy, government, politics, the social structure, drugs, the rising costs of health care, and when I would be able to meet grandma. But when we got together we just talked about the bazaar attraction we felt for each other. Founded only on the fact that we liked each other. Unexplained. Our common ground was that we enjoyed each others' company and felt good around the other, and so would discuss it. It was only a short week and was doomed from the beginning; he moved on to bigger and better things (a great guy) and I moved on as well. No milk was spilled so no need to cry.
Sometimes I wonder where the relationship would have gone. Would I have eventually gotten sick of his bourgeoisie attitude and kicked his ass to the curb? Or would I have tried to make it work? Would my eyes start to wander? That I'm sure they wouldn't. Even though it never happened completely, I'm willing to bet that it would have been good. And I always found him attractive. But it would never have been able. It was under odd circumstances that we met and spent time together.