That quality certainly keeps my walls up, which is kinda just the way I want it right now. I decided it was time and told him about how we call him the Centaur. “I like it,” he said with a grin as the band started to play and we began to dance again. ‘Wild Animal Man’ came from another friend who exclaimed that he was a wild animal when I recounted to her how he’d curled up one weeknight right on my front porch and fell asleep, snoring like an bear, feet sticking eighteen inches off the porch furniture. I like it so much I almost want to trade out the name Molly Undercover for it! When The Centaur moves on, as I’m sure he will sooner or later, I’ve decided I get to keep this nickname. He’s an artist, poet and musician with a confident swagger, broad shoulders, and green-blue-brown eyes.
For example, he’s never, ever said “I like you a lot” or “I think you’re pretty.” This may seem like a bad thing—but bear with me! And then, I could swear I saw his chest puff just a little, he rocked back on his heels, and nodded. Adonis is a motorcycle-riding, vintage-car restoring pilot.
As it turned out, the landing was one of the most graceful things I’ve experienced.
Dancing together, goofing off with his friends and loving the music. He decided he wanted to try landing on grass, and warned that it could feel bumpy but would be fine.
I didn’t feel up to hanging out with my ex and his whole family!