I have changed my whole way of thinking since last night. Okay, maybe that is a bit dramatic. But I've always been the overanalyzing type of girl when it comes to guys and relationships. As soon as their is a guy that I am interested in I go through several questions in my head. Is he nice? Does he have a personality? Does he act mature? Does he have a job? Does he like kids? Does he drink and party too much? Since I am not a fling type of girl I run him through my criteria before even letting myself be interested in him. I never just look at a guy and say "Ohmygoshbreakmeoffapieceofthat."I always think and then react like "He seems like a good guy to get to know." And usually I go for the skinny taller guys. I wonder why though because I always feel like that nursery rhyme where their is a really skinny guy married to a fat woman. But then last night this man walked into the gas station and I swear I melted into a great big puddle of mush right there and then. He was about 6'4" broad built black man wearing a dark blue button down shirt unbuttoned to half way down his gorgeous chest. Let's just say that Taye Diggs had a run for him money. It's a good thing that I had a counter between us because otherwise I swear I'd have jumped on top of him and wrapped my legs around him waist. I turned a bright shade of red and had to try carefully to form each word so I didn't accidently say "I want you!" Instead I asked him how he was, rang up his purchases and wished him a good evening and waited until he was finally out the door before I said to Miriah "Ohmygoshbreakmeoffapieceofthat".She exclaimed that she wanted to go over and lick his chest. So we're going on and on about how gorgeous this guy was. We were so wrapped up in out own worlds that we forgot that their was a an old guy in the mens room. The walls are paper thin in their so that poor guy must have heard everything.