Like I mentioned in love and cohousing/community post, the happy brain chemicals that light up when you dream of a community utopia feel a lot like the dopamine rush of love. Now I find myself with some frisky men. This is a bit of a dilemma for me since I 1) don’t want to date at all, and 2) if I did, I prefer women. This is making me a bad lesbian!
Luckily both are either just joking or flirting or both. Plus, they are both on opposite sides of the country from me and each other.
What happened? I swore off intentional communities but with my stupid curiosity, I attended an online event. There I met a wonderful seasoned man who told me of a place forming. I signed on to help. Then, the other man found us and joined it. I’ll write another time how it all is going/went.
With all the planning and talking and dreaming, some flirty words came out. I’ve tried to be clear but I am human. The attention is nice and makes me wonder, maybe I shouldn’t be so cut off to the idea of romance?
Tonight one of the gentlemen cracked me up. I wrote in an email how I can’t wait to just sit out on the porch and talk all night long. I was expressing my frustration with emails and phones and prefer to just be outside and enjoy others’ company like I did in the Mexican mountain community.
His response floored me. He said, “Talking on the porch all night, naked”. Naked? What? That wasn’t in my original email? That brings it up a whole other notch. At least I got a good laugh in today.