*What I'm listening to: "Shiksa (Girlfriend)" by Say Anything*
For years, my friends have been calling me a stalker.
It's only because I always happen to know a lot about the guys I like. For example http://www.whitepages.com/ is a great place to find out where they live, you know, just in case...
And, according to my so-called friends, searching the web to find out where they live (just in case) is considered something a stalker might do. Something I would do.
These days I focus my energy on one guy. His name is ____. You can call him whatever you like, but I probably shouldn't share his name, you know, just in case....
He barely knows I exist, but, considering we're going to get married someday, he'll know me eventually.
*Song change: "All I Ever Wanted" by Basshunter*
____ also happens to be a year older than me (sarcastically: ohmigawd a whole year?!?!?) and I talk to him about....once in a blue moon.
There's just something about him that stops me in my tracks. All thought processess shut down and my ability to communicate like a normal human being fails altogether.
Which isn't normal for me.
You call it falling in love, I call it trying not to puke on his shoes when talking to him.
-S
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