I don’t write so much about Andy from Weeds. AKA sk8 dude. This is partly due to the fact that he doesn’t give me any grief. He is super upfront, tells me how he feels, he makes it clear that he really likes me by telling me so. I’m never guessing. And he is SO sweet. The sweetest. And a good dose of salty too, which is my favorite.
He’d love for me to be his alone. He doesn’t like it that I’m seeing Ed, but likes me too much to just bail so here we are. And I wish I could just jump in headfirst, yet I’ve done just that a million and a half times and it isn’t the best idea. I don’t want to jump in too fast. I want to get to know him. I also want to get to know Ed Norton, but he’s way less available and I do wonder if he’s half as interested as I am. I am trying to be patient. Which takes too damn long. But I’m trying.
But man, I can’t wait to see Andy again. And again. He is the sweetest. And I don’t have to write about him since he isn’t making me crazy with some opt out bullshit, or going hot and cold, or not seeming interested until it’s a late night booty call.
He makes me smile until my face hurts, as well as laugh until my sides hurt. He makes me melt inside with how sweet he is to me. He almost makes me forget about Benemonk. Almost. But he does make me remember that I’m pretty rad and I deserve a man who sees that and tells me so. I am waiting until I see him again the minute he leaves. I am probably 3/4 of the way in love, head over heels love. I am doing the best I can to keep my feet on the ground.
But man, that man sure is sweeping me off of them.