Overtime with the Coach

I had a pretty good weekend this past weekend. Saturday night, I went up to visit my friend E. She had graciously agreed to go with me to see the Coach coach. The game was great, Coach's team won! And it was a good, suspenseful game! They went into overtime, and there was a lot of action, five 3 pointers in a row, each putting the other team ahead by 2 points! It was great, I could barely watch it, the suspension was too much!

After the game, I waited around to see him. He was sooooo excited I came. Gave me the best and biggest hug I've had in awhile, and was all about smooching me. We were quite adorable, if I do say so myself. Unfortunately, he had to get back on the bus and leave, so I didn't get too see him too long, but I was really glad I went.

Each time I see him, I just like him more and more. And I know it could never work between us, but I can't help but fantasize about what it would be like to be with him. Would long distance work? Would I move to be with him? But I just have to keep telling myself, we would never work! He's so stubborn. He's a major Catholic, complete with an icon over his bed, and I would never convert, and I know he wouldn't either. He'd never be around, his job would always come first and never me (or children if it came to that). So, basically, I would be miserable in our relationship. Just writing all that out helps too. It clears my head, and in the aftermath of seeing him, and all those feelings coming up again, reaffirms why we would never be.

The rest of the night was fun too, we went out until 4 am, something I hadn't done in a very long time. It felt good knowing I still had it in me! Plus, I got to make out with some random dude. He was really cute too and I needed it! I'm not expecting, or even wanting, a relationship, but it was good to act a little young and crazy again.