He's not even the stereotype of strong, fertile man...but dear god, give him a lute, have him sing "Fields of Gold" and my uterus is screaming for his offspring.
Maybe it has something to do with his association to tantric sex...
Also, this uber-dykey chick in my art history class has been talking about her upcoming wedding since class started almost two months ago...and I just assumed she was marrying a chick. Today I find out her fiance is a man. I don't know how I feel about that at all...I kinda want to flash forward 10 years and see how things are going for them.
Which brings me to my next point that people our age really have to stop getting married. It's freaking me out. I didn't think it was possible, but I think my fear of commitment is growing. Initially, I thought it was a passing fad or an overreaction to a life less satisfying than the one I had once imagined for myself. But now...I'm pretty sure it's an actual fear. I suppose it's a good thing that I'm not in a relationship, then...I guess...
As a final, uplifting note: our hotel has been booked, and it is almost* official: Zoe, Pat, and Eric will be visiting me in 31 days!
*I am not only superstitious, but easily (and often) disappointed...so I don't generally make definite statements. Too much can go wrong in 31 days. But if it doesn't, then we're in for one hell of a weekend o' fun!