I still love Tod. I hate it. I've tried to talk to him and he has been keeping me at a distance. It might be to protect himself and it might be some misguided attempt to protect me. Or maybe not so misguided. If he really plans to never see me again, it probably would be best for me to not get close to him again.
On a much higher note - I went to Clemson for a YSA conference this past weekend. On Saturday, there was a dance, and I was asked to dance every single slow song by a different person each time. It was super-fun and the boys there were quite attractive.
Sunday I rode on the back of a motorcycle. I started out terrified and then relaxed and decided to trust the driver (yes, he is safety conscious). It's very difficult for me to relinquish control and I had to come to terms with that quickly if I was going to be able to enjoy that bike ride. This bike is owned by my quite attractive mechanic Home Teacher. He also has a mohawk =)
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I had the same problem the one time I rode on a motorcycle. I never did relax. I'm glad the dance was so fun.
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