Attraction is such a bizzare thing, no? I met this guy back in the summer and while I was trying to be “good” and “save myself” for Mike’s return to Toronto (which now is as distant as a Mars lander to some hippie scientist bent over his keyboard hammering out instructions, trying to get his robot to work), I met this guy. Lets call him Sharkboy. Sharkboy is stunningly handsome. The kind of handsome that makes you realize there are more leagues higher than yours, that you are not a part of and probably never will be. Sharkboy is charming: replete with a Quebecois accent that adds character and colour to his speech. And Sharkboy showed me an ounce of interest. We originally met for sex over the internet…

Oh god will you please stop laughing at me?

…and the day he walked through my front door I thought “Holy crap, I am not his type!” Then I thought, “Holy crap! He has an amazing body!” True, because he keeps active unlike me who spends his free time sucking radioactivity as nourishment from a monitor. After we finished our internet date (this aint no porn site), I was actually kind of relieved he was leaving and that I would never have to see him again. I honestly thought I was a charity fuck for him. Turns out Sharkboy likes the hairy balding guys with a gut. How odd.

I dont remember when the repeat romp was. Sharkboy tried a couple times to get more but I blocked him off. I thought that if I repeated sex with someone I was officially cheating on Mike. Meanwhile, Mike and I were going nowhere. Neither one of us were making moves to relocate to either one’s home city. Or find a good job, for that matter, but the emotion was still there. Yet Sharkboy still swum around me like my ankle was bleeding. There were moments where I could actually feel my feelings transfer over from Mike to Sharkboy. Call it sublimation, call it troo luv, call it wrong (believe me I wrestled with guilt – Im Irish Italian Catholic) but it happened. On a cold November day, driving back from a parade I was helping Sharkboy perform in, he fell asleep on my arm. Bam. Hooked.

Mike. What to do. I still had feelings for him but they had definetly cooled since his departure. I hope I let him down easy. I still consider him part of my family and would walk through fire for him, but I couldnt wait for him any longer. I wish him to be happy. I want him to marry into my family. I still want him around. I know that he will make someone extremely happy as he did for me (still does! …um…but not that way, now, you know?).

So now Im swimming with Sharks. And lovin’ it. Bada bap bah bah.