I've decided that my physical attraction to Indiana Jones is simply a phase.
I found this out while sitting next to him at breakfast this morning.
I wasn't jumpy.
Nor did I find my stomach flopping at the sight of his eyes.
I mean, I've read all those trashy romance novels. In them, the heroine is supposed to near lose it at the sight of the hero. She's supposed to basically melt when he looks at her.
And since I don't melt when I talk to Indy, it obviously means I don't like hm.
I'm allowed to find him attractive. All girls with brains should find him attractive.
I just don't see him in a romantic sense, that's it.
After all, he is one of my best friends.
Plus, I don't date.
And now, as I sit in the shade of my skimpy little tent with Pitcher in hand, I know that us two in a relationship would never work out.
Not that I ever thought about a romantic relationship between him and I.
Because I didn't.
Ever.
The thing is, I'm too insane. I'm a walking, talking disaster waiting to happen.
And he's the definition of perfect.
Too others, I mean.
Obviously, he's not perfect in MY eyes, because that would mean I like him.
Which I don't.
He's just my friend.
I walk off to another worker with the Pitcher, trying to convince myself that I'm right.
Which I am.
Right?