Marc's back. And he shaved his beard. All bets are off, and I can babble and be real. Well, mostly real. I had told him I couldn't be his friend because I'm too attracted to him. Which sucks to say, because men are often so arrogant, that saying things like that just feeds the problem that I'm finding myself in, as it were. But I told him I miss him and apologized. So now we're "friends" again. This could just be a stage in the process of letting go, but that's ok too. The man I really want to be intimate with right now, is the Big Man up the proverbial stairs. I wish he would reveal himself to me. And not be such an esoteric bastard, like the rest of these teases.