Impossibilities

It was very distracting.

The soccer girl dropped off her son for practice, and chatted with me for a bit before I set up the net and started getting the boys organized.  Afterwards she kicked a ball around with her younger son, which was somewhat distracting due to her pink skirt, sunglasses, and long black hair.

I keep reminding myself that she's not looking to date anyone, that it would be dangerously too soon if she were, that her ex is in the process of trying to buddy up to me, and that she's too intense, smart and rich for me anyway.  (Yes, for some reason I'm encouraging myself to lower my self-esteem.)

But it was very distracting.

Conversely I worry that I probably played it too cool, if I were to let myself to imagine the impossible.

And I wish I could call her again.