It's official.
I can't escape the mindset that the next guy I meet might be the right guy, and so I put too much emphasis on things and think too much. It's what I do.
This guy, Gord, is such a nice, fun, interesting, smart guy that all of a sudden, I find that I COULD be physically attracted to him.
I'm not, necessarily. The switch hasn't been turned on. But this is a guy who, by age 28, has gotten his masters degree in urban development and owned his own real estate company selling "green" homes, AKA environmentally friendly homes. He got completely bored with it, because he never saw anything for his efforts. Each goal was months in the making, and milestones were few and far between for tons of effort. So he sold the company and travelled across the US and Canada before deciding what he wanted to do. And here he is.
He's FASCINATED with my house, just on principle. Most people are interested, but he has environmental ideas behind it that I hadn't even thought of.
He hates kids.
He loves heights.
Are we seeing any correlation here? Today, we had another camp day to learn about the T.H. Children's Foundation. We all met at the Centre and got on the bus. 22 of us this time on a bus that sits more than 50. So we all could easily sit by ourselves in each row. But he sat for about 10 seconds and said "I hate sitting by myself. Can I sit with you?" And then every time we got on the bus after that, (and probably every time from now on,) we sat together.
I think the whole group was a little unnerved by me, or at least shocked at me. Nothing new, I know. But today we were at the camp that is a working farm with tons of farm animals, including horses and you know what happens when Kally and horses get together.
True love.
But these horses were ENORMOUS. They were work horses, big black percherons named Pete and Chief, and they were probably the largest, strongest, prettiest beasts I've ever seen. I loved them.
And I climbed right over the fence to see them in the field.
OK, common sense tells us that if these horses weren't gentle, they would not be in contact with 9-12 year old troubled youths. They were sweet and slow moving and gentle and nice, and I was hugging them and kissing their noses and walking around and under their necks and standing between them, which is not at all difficult, if you enjoy horses like I do.
But these are mostly city people, and there were a lot of gasps, and a lot of people were taking pictures of me, and I managed to get one other person, a guy named Rob to come in the field. But every time the horses moved, he would jump back and shriek a little.
They also had teepees at this camp (put up entirely wrong, I might add.) and someone asked a question about them that the tour guide couldn't answer, but I could. So that was funny.
Then we played a heated game of 20 questions on the ride back to the training centre. Always amusing. And then we decided that Gord couldn't just get back in the car and drive to Toronto because it's kind of nice having a social life. So we went to a fish store and visited with some sharks and mexican look-down fish. Then we went to a backpacking/outdoors/hiking supply store and admired all the kayaks. And then we found some friends and went out to dinner.
I had a slight allergic reaction to something in my meal. The guys were a little nervous for a while, because I wasn't looking so happy, but I knew it was minor and I didn't want to stop the party, so I dealt with it. I haven't completely recovered from it. My whole mouth swelled up a bit, and now it feels like I burned my whole mouth and throat on really hot coffee, but my airway didn't close, so I think I'm ok. We were at a restaurant that serves a lot of shellfish dishes and I think it was just a matter of cross contamination. I usually don't have reactions unless I actually eat the shrimp or whatever. It's kind of sucky that I'm getting so sensitive that I don't even have to eat it to have the reaction.
That's not the point of this post.
The point is that I've never met a guy that I could see myself with, without him being physically perfect. Gord has decided that he seriously wants me to take him to RI. I believe him. He's been EVERYWHERE. He loves travelling.
I don't know what I'm talking about. Blah.
I also found out that I have a 4 am bake with Gord and possibly the STUPID TRAINER. That should be interesting. I will be mocked at every opportunity.