Oh dear...
So, why exactly is it that I always fall for the guys I can't have??? Believe me, a guy doesn't get to me very easily, but when one does, it means they're something special.
A dear friend, Samantha, pointed out to me in May that I seemed to like the challenge presented to me and also, the fact that there's no possibility of commitment that I have to be afraid of. I think she's right. As much as I hate to admit it, she has me figured out. And she had to tell me so I could figure it out. Go figure.
Ivan and I went hiking today at Hacklebarney. We talked the WHOLE time. Non-stop. It's been quite awhile since I've had conversations like that. I can think of one other guy that I can talk to that freely...sadly, he's off-limits as well.
I think my brain was wired backwards. ARGH. Ivan goes to school in Nebraska, like, 9 hours away if I go back to OC. 22 hours away if I stay in NJ. GO FIGURE.
I quit. He's so sweet though...he bought me lunch today after our hike. We had to shoo off the waitress like 5 times because we hadn't even opened the menus because we were talking so much. Craziness. I don't even do that often with my girl friends.
And he has an accent...CRAP. Dark hair, dark eyes, and an accent. Not to mention, he's a Christian and is really smart. THIS ISN'T FAIR. He's from Puerto Rico and speack fluent Spanish. He's an engineering major. He doesn't drink and he's the youth intern at his church in Nebraska. HE PLAYS THE GUITAR...not to mention multiple other instruments. I'm falling...but I'm falling into a place that can't be fallen into. It's not fair.
A dear friend, Samantha, pointed out to me in May that I seemed to like the challenge presented to me and also, the fact that there's no possibility of commitment that I have to be afraid of. I think she's right. As much as I hate to admit it, she has me figured out. And she had to tell me so I could figure it out. Go figure.
Ivan and I went hiking today at Hacklebarney. We talked the WHOLE time. Non-stop. It's been quite awhile since I've had conversations like that. I can think of one other guy that I can talk to that freely...sadly, he's off-limits as well.
I think my brain was wired backwards. ARGH. Ivan goes to school in Nebraska, like, 9 hours away if I go back to OC. 22 hours away if I stay in NJ. GO FIGURE.
I quit. He's so sweet though...he bought me lunch today after our hike. We had to shoo off the waitress like 5 times because we hadn't even opened the menus because we were talking so much. Craziness. I don't even do that often with my girl friends.
And he has an accent...CRAP. Dark hair, dark eyes, and an accent. Not to mention, he's a Christian and is really smart. THIS ISN'T FAIR. He's from Puerto Rico and speack fluent Spanish. He's an engineering major. He doesn't drink and he's the youth intern at his church in Nebraska. HE PLAYS THE GUITAR...not to mention multiple other instruments. I'm falling...but I'm falling into a place that can't be fallen into. It's not fair.