Crack.

I've decided, after much thought, to go out with Izzy this weekend.

I have refrained from doing so, because I want Skye.   But, I think Skye has made it abundantly clear that she can't won't isn't interested in a relationship with me.  I want her to tell me she doesn't want me to date...I don't expect her to...but I want her to.

Anyway, Izzy took some time off for thinkin'.  And now she's back and she wants to play.  She wanted to play tonight, but I have too much going on for playin' this week.  (Although, I think I'm playin' with Skye tomorrow night-she's the exception to all of my fucking rules apparently.)

I'm picky about the girls I date.  Really really picky.  I haven't dated in over 2 years...not because no one wants to date me, but because I haven't found anyone worth dating.  Then Skye comes back, and I think maybe I might get the chance to have her, just for a while...just long enough to know her, to explore her, to show her how it could be, if she'd just let it be.

She knows what I think and what I want and how I feel.  I have no clue about her.  Except at this point, I'm pretty sure she's not going to give me the chance to show her.

I can't imagine getting hivey or butterflies from another woman, like I do with Skye.  But, I guess I've got to try.

So, this post was supposed to be about my upcoming date with Izzy, and instead I've rambled on about Skye.  WTF?  And, in my head I just said (I may have even said it out loud) why the fuck is it Skye?  What is it about her?

A list:

I love the way she is, when she doesn't now I'm watching her.
I love the way her mouth is open just a little bit, when she's thinking really hard.  :)
I love her perfect little head.  Seriously.  She has the most perfect little round head.
I love how she talks baby talk when she gets nervous.
I love that she's insecure, but she acts like she's not.
I love her big shoes.
I love that she carries a jug of juice with her, and chugs right from the jug.
I love the little squeal she makes when I touch her.
I love that I'm comfortable around her (usually).
I love that she loves her family, but she still hides stuff from her parents.
And I love that she was so excited about her baby rats that she said this:  "Ohhh they are so amazing.  My crack is hanging out and I don't even care."  Hahahaha.

And I'm stopping there because I think I could go on forever.