My god. This day (thus far) has been quite interesting... and just as a warning, I'm exhausted right now.

So, PE. Semester final which consists of writing one page about our favorite sport because the 50 question test was "lost" by one of the coaches. Sis brought her bass and I my acoustic so we were practicing in the back gym. Mr. Talented comes over and asks to see my guitar so naturally I hand it over... big mistake. He didn't harm the guitar or anything... but all the guitar players were intimidated instantly. I got bored so I painted Sarah's feet with "bindhi" red-ink pen. Later, played cards with Matt and Brit; did fairly well. When Matt won a game and got up to do his "happy dance" I decided to take a page from Tim, and I tackled his feet. We both went crashing onto the ground, and a mini-wrestling match insued. Loved the decievingly-innocent close body contact and girations.

Coach decided to be nice and led people on a "nature hike" to the parking lot. In other words, those with cars could go. I called my dad to pick us up and went over to Matt's place as previously planned.

My god, his house is gorgeous. Actual steps lead up to the main door. Floral engravings and sculpting on the stairway railing. Roman columns that you could pole dance to. A fountain-esque swimming pool in the back yard next to the gazebo with, again, more Roman columns.

We ate capacino chocolate chip cookies while arguing over the difference in 1% and 2% milk. Later, showed me around the upper level of the house and we crashed on his bed for a few minutes. That boy has a large collection of classics and amazing contemporary fiction. I grabbed an anthology of Lord Byron's poems and we read many out loud together.

Then went to dad's office where his dad showed off the amazing collection of guitars he had (almost all hand inlaid with pearl, all costing over $1,000 each) and brother R played guitar for a bit. My god, that guy is even better than Mr. Talented!

But as he played on, Matt and I played around with his dog Trooper. Thing is, Trooper was on M's lap and he was sitting in a love-seat sofa so I sat at his feet. At one point R commented on how wrong that looked, so we broke off.

Oh yeah, couldn't get much closer to Matt because sis, Christy and Cristin were present too.

Yes, I've found another kindred spirit. Despite the fact that he doesn't like to showcase it much, Matt is very cultured, well read (obvious with the 100+ books on his already-read shelf... and 200 on the need-to-read one), musically inclined (piano player for 4 years but quit six months recently), writer/poet and he has a voice one would melt into when he reads his poetry. All he needs now is a more promonent appreciation for art and not be as straight as an arrow. Then he'll be exactly like myself.

... You know what. I figured something out. I'm not infatuated with Matt. I never really had good guy friends with whom I'm comfortable with, let alone share the same interests, likes (almost), and needs for self-actualization. So, I'm mistaking a true sense of platonic connection for extreme longing.

Wow, now that I know that I'm feeling better than I have in days.