I can count on one hand the number of men I've been attracted to in the last five years and still have fingers left over. It's just not on my radar. Wynter had guitar lessons tonight. I've taken her before, but usually easy child takes her. I really like her instructor. OMG. I think he's so cute. He's soft-spoken and relates so well to Wynter. He left the door open and I was watching him. Watching his hands on the guitar. Letting the mind wander...... Ok. I'm really attracted to him. After her lesson, we talked for a few minutes...had to schedule a couple of make up lessons for Wynter...talked about the heat. As we're talking, Wynter and I were walking out. There were quite a few people back there (the lessons are in the back of the store) and I'm manuevering my way around the drums, etc. Probably grinning like a fool. Sigh. Just past the drums (going from the back of the store to the front) is a small step - about 4 inches high. The ONLY possible reason for this step is to make people trip. As I'm walking out, I'm looking over my shoulder talking....and yep, you guessed it...tripped. Fortunately, I didn't fall but my arms went flying out and I looked none too graceful and this WHOOP sound came out of my mouth. Of course, Wynter doesn't get why I'm embarrassed. "You trip all the time, Mom." Gee, thanks, sweetheart. It could have been worse. I could have gone falling into the drums. And then I probably wouldn't have been able to get up. I never would have been able to go back then.