in love with rachel maddow

So, I have to admit it...I have a crush on Rachel Maddow. In case you do not know who she is her political blog from AirAmerica is http://www.rachelmaddow.com/

Normally, I'm not into butch lesbians. But her smile and her hair and her eyes, awe I want her so bad! Never before has watching and hearing about politics been more fun! haha Even though I am a little bit politic, I've never been one to get too much into the individual pundits' shows. Until I met Rachel. We met one evening when I got home from work and she starting speaking to me about the economy, why mccain's sliding in the polls, and bizzare things that when on in the news that day....

ah.

pleasant suprise...

let me preface this story by first stating that i don't remember that last time i danced sober. how sad it that? it reminds me of the Sex and the City episode when Carry is dating an alcoholic who had never had sex sober. some activites are just not the same and dancing is one of them.

so, this lady called me up on an unventful tuesday while i was cruising the jewel terrain hunting for the items on my long long 'to buy' list. soon enough, friday i went to my first (and probably only) "coming out ball". it reminded me of a high school dance as mostly everyone were in their teens and no alcohol was there. maybe i would've been more into hitting on her if i was drunk but perhaps it was better. i was so nervous i hadn't seen this girl in months and not been physical with her in about a year when we made out in my kitchen while everyone else went to go smoke pot in my bathroom.

but when i saw her she was just as cute as ever. quite a bit shorter than me and short cropped hair. i'm not one used to being the taller one but i automatically felt more bold as soon as we started dancing. we looked at eachother nervously at first but then slowly moved closer...closer together. the advantage i found of being taller was the ulminited and unobustructed view i got of her breasts as we were moving along to the music together. i got there an hour and a half late and only danced a little but thank god i didn't think i could handle a whole performance. but the snipits of time was enough to send my body roaring and i had to stop my hads from wandering. good thing she didn't wear that mini skirt...

i looked around at times but her eyes kept transfixed on me. even though i was caught up in the moment i couldn't stop thinking of the one my heart really is for and wondering if this is what it's like for her to dance with me. at times when i felt particulary bold i would brush my lips against her neck and one point we were so close i wanted to taste her but then was not the time.

i found myself tounge-tied all evening and was disappointed to see her heading towards her friend's car instead of mine and with a quick quip about how i wish she was coming home with me we departed ways our cars headed towards very opposite directions.

the sweet moments on the floor played back in my mind as i crawled into the abyss of my bed alone and very much wanting my heart by my side...