so, i’ve been thinking. it’s about time i fell madly in love. you know, the can’t eat, can’t sleep, can’t stop thinking, dreaming, lusting about love. the kind of love which makes everything you do seem effortless because there’s nothing which can’t be accomplished when you have made a safe, cozy, warm and sheltered spot in your heart for someone else. completely unrealisitic, unrequited, unabashed, unrelenting, unafraid love.
i want to fall and i want to fall hard. at this point, i don’t think i even care if the boy knows i exist. i need to feel it. i need to know that i can let someone be that overwhelmingly important to me again. it’s been a long time since i wanted and loved and cared so much about someone. i haven’t let myself because i was afraid of the outcome. now? yeah, i think i know the outcome, so i’m willing to just enjoy all the rest.
now, who to choose. my designated crush for 2004, Jim, might be the obvious choice. or maybe the new boy on the block, Davin? what about tried and true favourites like Jason, Tall Shane or Morgan (who said you can’t go home again)? i could find a nice, single night-shift worker to fabricate a great little fantasy life around and just sigh happily when i cross his path in the parking lot after his shift. or i could go for one of the marrieds like School Shane, Jeremy or Darren. what about that barrista boy who looked just like Joey Jeremiah? or the tall, dark guy who works at my local London Drugs? oh, the choices!
i suppose, if i’m really honest, i’d really like whichever boy it is i fall for to fall right back. it’s been a while since there was a boy completely besotted with me (she says like it’s happened more than once). physicists say that objects all free-fall at a constant rate (9.8 metres per second per second, by the way). too bad that’s not true for people’s hearts. why can’t two hearts fall for each other at the same rate, arriving at the same place at the same time? Newton really should have spent some time studying that.
I agree wholeheartedly. Although I do have a theory: All objects freefall at a rate of X, in a vacuum (this is why summer-camp romances start out so well, and end so poorly).
However, when outside the vacuum, friction (Y) will have different effects on X, resulting in varied speed in terms of falling.
Y is never constant = Hearts are always broken.
(this daily dose of bitter and cynical has been brought to you by the letters X and Y and a cup of cold coffee.)
There’s gotta be a rental service for that sort of man, right? I would hope so. Not that I could afford it.
I’m needing one of those, too. Perhaps we should find a new crush together, and share him, to be efficient. What do you think?
Oh, and before I forget, the obligatory KITTYYYYYY!!!!11
You folks can be in love with me, if you want. I mean, I’m married and everything. And there’s like zero shot of ever busting that up. But if that part about not caring if he knows you exist is true, then you can love a married guy who knows you exist but still have zero shot with. Or maybe you can’t. Anyway, as far as qualifications, I’m a boy. I’m tall (6 feet two). I don’t drink or smoke (lately). I can be all stubbly and unshaven in a near instant (really, it’s a curse though). I’m devastatingly handsome. And, I don’t know, I like sushi and absolutely love playing/watching any contact sport on ice (that being broomball and hockey). Playing is more fun. But I’ll settle for watching.
Only about 6 weeks until the outdoor rinks open. I’m getting way excited. Anyone for a pick-up game? I got an extra stick…
Sorry, but I’m currently in a real humdinger of a relationship with a girl in an advertisement for a local Root Beer stand. You see her walk by with a tray of burgers and a frosty mug of Root Beer about 5 seconds into the 30 second spot. Sure, you only really see the back of her head and a little profile, but I don’t need much. And sure, we’ve never met, but that would just spoil things. Sure the spot has been running for like a year and she may not even work there anymore.
And I don’t eat burgers…
But I like Root Beer.
Another week like last week, and my boy will be available again! J/K.
hee Christine :)
hey I read this thing you know!!