I was bored at work today. Actually, that's not true. I was in a weird mood.

So I left for a little while and drove to the $uper$aver Cinema. For $2.50, I saw Bridget Jones' Diary II. Not bad. I never saw Part I but now I might. It seemed like I was sometimes the only one laughing in the audience. Too bad life isn't like that movie, somebody who looks like Colin Firth and acts like his character sticking close.

Hmm, come to think of it... non-boyfriend looks a bit like Colin. Oh yes he does. A shorter, stockier Colin. In the movie they zoomed in on Colin's eyes and they are brown. A rich brown but brown nonetheless.

I hate it when people say their eyes are green. I always picture some bright emerald or forest green and nobody has eyes that color! At least not naturally.

But non-boyfriend has weird-colored eyes. They are not true blue; there is a bit o green in there. They're almost turquoise but that's too bright, and they're not dull enough to be teal. A turquoisey-teal I guess.

He told me once that people were intimidated by him because of his eyes. I guess he fixes them on folks at meetings and the like. I'm of the opinion that people who get intimidated have something to hide.

I would catch him looking at me. I noticed it the first time at an Oktoberfest over two years ago and I remember thinking "that's odd." As soon as I caught him, he'd glance away. At first I wasn't sure about it, but then folks would catch me by the arm and want to know what was going on. "Really?" I'd say, "I didn't notice anything. Maybe that's just him being him." They would look at me suspiciously and I would shrug.

Maybe I was in fact pretty clueless. We would meet for dinner or for drinks and I didn't think anything of it. Friends meet for drinks and dinner. But when it would come up I had drinks or I had dinner, the looks would be exchanged. "Oh c'mon you guys!" And they would say, "he never meets people for drinks; he never meets people for dinner."

I did not wrap my head around the fact it might be something else and by then I had had enough of Dayton and I moved.

Ordinarily if I had kissed someone in my car and maybe freaked them out, I might be freaked out that they were freaked out and doubled over wondering if I had made a mistake and what to do next. But I don't think I'm going to do anything. I'm not displeased at all about what happened; I'm glad! In fact I can't believe how calm I am about it. This kind of spontaneous and yet direct action is very unlike me.

I'll see him soon enough and if it turned out to be a terrible mistake I'll find that out soon enough, too.

Did I really type four paragraphs on eyes? Yes I did. This is a plane crash waiting to happen...