Patience & Persimmons

So I've decided not to call either Mr or Salsa Boy for the time being. Boys, like food take up much of my thought. But food, unlike boys never seems to let me down so miserably... Goodness! Somebody throw a bucket of water over me and slap me across the face please!? Sometimes though, I feel like I need to chill out a little and just go with the flow a little more. I think it's definitely important to make an effort, but sometimes it's also good to just sit back and see how things pan out. I know Mr will call me sooner or later - I just don't want him to feel like I'm pushing things too much. Plus, after pulling out all stops the other night, I feel like I sometimes get a little carried away. As for Salsa boy, I don't know if he'll ever make the effort to get in contact with me? I will surely bump into him eventually at some Salsa night (seeing as I know exactly which ones he goes to!). But I'm not too concerned with that either... I know I definitely don't want to be with him, but I do want to dance with him again! It's nice for two souls to speak to each other without words sometimes.

As for me, I'm just trying to enjoy this time as much as possible... And not think about boys too much! After all I think girls my age are like ripe persimmons... we're still firm and crunchy on the outside, but once you take a bite, we're all sweet and goey on the inside... Hmmm... I don't know if that was the right way to describe us... It sounds more like something out of a porno?! Yikes. But you know what I mean, we haven't gotten bitter yet (although persimmons are more bitter when they are young?) and we're mature enough not to be too gooey inside (which persimmons are more like when they are overripe?). Hmmm... maybe we are like reverse cycle persimmons?