I'm getting married!
His name is John; he's a friend of Brad's. I had a crush on him shortly after my breakup with LCB, but then I thought I was just rebounding so I got over him. =-) A month later, though, my crush is officially back on.
It started with me telling him that Brad and I were going to come stay with him when our place gets de-termited. "I've got a nice big bed," he said laviciously. (Oooh, I get like triple points for that one.) "Good," I said, smiling angelically. "And it's sweet of you to sleep on the couch so I can have it all to myself."
The flirting took off from there. I made the boys dinner (so you KNOW I like him, LOL). At one point Brad went to the store, and John "helped" me cook (coming in to tell me I should turn up the temp on the burgers, add more seasoning to the fries, etc. I won't tell you my response to his suggestions, but it wasn't very ladylike).
Somewhere along the way, we decided we were getting married, which of course led to a conversation on how we'd make a living. John told me that actually, he'd been thinking about going back to school to be a teacher. "Oh, we can be a little Teacher Family," I said. "We'll be poor, but we'll live on love. You, me, John Junior--or JJ as we'll call him--and little Lexie," I gushed. "Oh, it'll be grand." (My use of the word "grand" made him snort out his beer.)
When our meal was ready, John, upon trying my turkey burgers, said, "If the rest of your cooking is as good as this, I will impregnate you toNIGHT." Brad laughed and told him to hold off on that. "I haven't seen her cook since our 'honeymoon period' right after she moved in," he told John as I glared at him from the kitchen. "Hey, considering the fact that I'm not sleeping with either one of you, I'd say this is a pretty intricate meal," I told him, gesturing at the turkey burgers, fries and corn dogs. In preparation for our upcoming nuptuals, John asked if I had a large dowry. "If by 'dowry' you mean 'chest,' then yes," I answered. (LOL, now you KNOW I like him, since I'm always at my smart-assed best around a guy I'm attracted to.)
Later, John and Brad were talking about checking out the hot girls at Starbucks. "Excuse me," I primly told John. "I don't think you're allowed to do that anymore." "Sorry, dear," he told me as Brad rolled his eyes. (You gotta start training them early, you know what I mean?)
Anyway, it's still (mainly) innocent, but I do suspect that there's an undercurrent of seriousness underneath it all (not the marriage thing, but possibly a definite mutual attraction. However, the fact that he's Brad's friend does add a potential complication, so we'll see. And speaking of which, can I tell you how refreshing it is to be able to even joke about marriage and kids without the other party breaking out into hives and/or throwing himself off the side of a boat? Ahem).