did fresh air just waft into my life?

yesterday, I worked a shift for a friend at a different location of the sbux. It was the best time I've had working for the corporate giant to date. All because of a vibrant young man who knew everyone's name and who everyone seemed to know, his candor and glee as he worked was so infectious and so different than the staff at my store (with the exception of maybe the half hearted humor of two people) that I found myself actually enjoying my time and was not exhausted for the rest of the day, even though I had only four hours of sleep and worked at 4:45 a.m.!

I always enjoy meeting new people, maybe because of my job I've just grown accustomed to it and learned to like it, but I especially like the idea of meeting someone who exudes a sense of comfortableness with themselves and their surroundings, someone who is amazingly articulate and intelligent and someone who makes me laugh. I told someone that he is like the male version of me and that I want him to be my best friend. Of course I only want to be friends with people who are just like me. Funny, irreverant, bright, good natured, and yet, contradictorily, sensitive and irritable, and hopelessly misanthropic.

It seems I've already gotten my wish, as he invited me to see an offbeat play at an out of the way theater today, and I enthusiastically agreed to go.

of course, the delicate issue of my being boyfriended happened to not come up. I suppose as a girl who delights in others I may have given him the wrong idea. I suppose as a guy who is single, he may have gotten the wrong idea. I know it is lame to say, but I just didn't know how to bring it up without making things all weird. I really didn't intend on not telling him. as this has happened before, and sometimes has turned out none too badly, resulting in some of my very good friends (like Lehn and Pete, for instance), I am hopeful that all will be well.

I am just not very good at dealing with the hot potato of being liked. Sometimes at bars, I have very long interesting conversations with men who are drunk and looking for a good time and I innocently prattle on and on until they ask me for my phone number. I'm too modest to think that they might actually like me, too embarassed to point out that they shouldn't, and don't handle the boyfriend as pertinent information for fear that they might feel somehow rejected. anyway, it is not a big deal. I think that the most adult logic I've formed about the whole affair of male female relationships is just because you like someone or you're attracted to them (physically or mentally) doesn't mean you have to sleep with them.

yes, I said adult.