...this time, is whatever I want it to mean.

...this time, is whatever I want it to mean.: It's been a crazy morning here for work, but something must be said...I have a new crush. Now, don't get all excited (leave that up to me), but I haven't spoken to him yet, but we played a few flirting games this morning when we ended up right next to each other on the ferry. I looked at him, he looked at me...the usual. I looked at my watch, he check the time on his...mirroring is always a good sign girls.

I first noticed him like two weeks ago going home one night and he just seems to be around me lately on the boat. Coincidence? I think not. He's about my height and build, he's Latin, closely cropped hair and always in a suit...another nice touch in my book. Sure, do I like my share of blue collar guys (HELL YES), but something about a man in a suit. I'm sure you understand.

I let him start to walk ahead of me and even caught him looking to the side to see if I was still there. When he noticed I had dropped back and that I caught him, he just smiled and kept walking.

I'm keeping my eye on this one folks...mark my words.

Now, after flirting with ferry guy, I got on the train and right before the doors closed at the first stop, in walks this guy (we'll call him the Aussie). So, he's standing there...all shaved head, perfect amount of scruff, pecs that you could bounce quarters off of and nipples like erasers sticking through his clingy t-shirt. How I wish I was a nursing baby at that moment and boy it must have been cold in there. How do some guys get such perky nipples?

Anyway, the train car was pretty crowded and he barrels into the car (all six foot cock diesel of him) and he looks me in the face and just smiles. I smile and we play the coy look at each other and look away kind of game. Now, I have to admit something here...I'm starting to feel insecure at this moment. Yes, it's true...I am. Sure, love the outfit today, but I'm far from as ripped and "gym bunny-esque" as this man. Is he out of my league? Maybe. Have I ever thought of myself in a league before? Not really. What's all of this about? Am I developing this insecurity about myself as I'm aging? He was definitely older than me, but he was also definitely looking at me...with those baby blue eyes of his. What's all of this about?

The train pulled into the next station and I was getting off to catch the express train uptown, but he clearly wasn't. There I stood on the other side of the platform, waiting for the express train to pull into station, when I turn back to find him still looking. What the fuck is wrong with me? Why didn't I say hello? I should just walk back over there and hand him my card. And then it happened...the doors on the local train closed.

He smiled at me through the window and just shrugged his shoulders. I kind of did the same. I guess that's why they invented Craig's List, but no, I'm not going there.

I'm keeping my eye out for this one folks...mark my words.