I might have a new crush. My violet-eyed bartender. Am still deciding. We’re buds – but I like that he smiles in anticipation before he hears my stories and that he told me he was going to teach me to snowboard this winter and that he teases me about our readiness for the newlywed game from our inane time-wasting conversations.

He’s also a player, borderline alcoholic, and has a girlfriend (albeit one that he told me is convenient and near-end), as par for the course. Hence the still deciding.

But I like being buddies. And if anything, a non-threatening crush is always a nice distraction.