The plot has thickened

Last weekend, I went to London on the pretense of seeing the sights, but really to hang out with a guy, Jersey for our purposes, whom I had met a couple of weeks ago.  His best friend lives in our ward and he was visiting for the weekend.  I found him quite attractive and interesting that first evening.  I decided that I needed to get to know him better, hence, the trip to London.  Anyway, the initial attraction has now grown to a full-blown crush after a weekend of chatting and assorted flirtatious interactions.  To start, Jersey’s got fabulous lips and beautiful eyes, and in the interest of full discretion, I have a definite weakness for a good pair of lips.  He’s also the artsy, does-his-own-thing-without-caring-what-others-think type that I’ve found myself attracted to on occasion.  Plus, he plays the guitar and wears crazy clothes and hums to himself while he’s walking down the street.  But anyway, enough daydreaming, back to the story. I went to London prepared to stay through Sunday if things went well, but with the option of leaving earlier if I wasn’t getting the vibe.  Well, I stayed until Sunday evening.  It was a great weekend.  We walked together all over London and had the chance to chat without a bunch of people around listening.  We sat next to each other on the couch looking at pictures and later watching a movie, did the dishes together after dinner, and generally had a good time with each other, at least from my perspective.  He was very attentive and careful to make sure I was comfortable and taken care of.  I tried to make sure I wasn’t the one following him around wherever he was and was rewarded for my efforts by him coming to where I was.  When it was time for me to leave, he volunteered to walk me to the station with his friend.  The goodbyes were said and he gave me a hug.  I then spent the entire journey home planning our future, while he probably didn’t give me another thought.  Such is life, I suppose.  Hopefully this crush turns out better than all the rest have.  Stay tuned.     

            Saturday night we all went to a frozen yogurt shop called Snog and Jersey bought me this button without me even asking.  I know.  It's perfect.