Girl nads
Okay. So here's the deal, people who aren't reading this. I have been texting this wonderful human being, let's call him John because that's his name, for about a month. He's honest, caring, empathetic, loves coffee, reads...he's perfect. But he lives 3.5 hours away. Awesome. And because I've only hung out with him a few times and we pretty much just text each other, I can't tell if he's into me. Let's be honest here, I wouldn't be able to tell if he liked me if he lived next door. That's how crapola my dude-o-meter is. I guess the point is moot, really. He lives so far away, it would be almost impossible to be in a relationship even if he WAS into me.
Seriously. I could get the gold fucking medal for getting way the hell ahead of myself. This is crazy, right? The first week we were texting, I thought about what it would be like to initial things with his last name. I'd be VW! Come on, that's awesome! So many acute angles. Right? Crazy. I know I'm batshit. I just can't change who I am...which is a batshit crazy chick...who loves pokemon. Okay, not helping my case here.
But he contacted me! That means something, right? And I don't know why he started talking to me. We have a mutual friend, that's all. I just don't understand. I keep trying to not expect anything, but I keep expecting good things to happen! Why? They don't happen. Not these kinds of good things and not to me! It's usually these kinds of good things: stray cats show up at my door and we keep them; I stop sucking a lot at running; we get Netflix, etc. It's never good love-y stuff. It usually pertains to food or cats. I was JUST accepting the fact that I'll be alone forever and now this! Blerg! What total crap. Furthermore, my girl nads (that's what I'm calling my ovaries) are all, "You're going to die alone and stray dogs will drag your body to an overpass and you'll be misidentified by the media as an anonymous homeless man!" This year already sucks. Stupid 2013.
Seriously. I could get the gold fucking medal for getting way the hell ahead of myself. This is crazy, right? The first week we were texting, I thought about what it would be like to initial things with his last name. I'd be VW! Come on, that's awesome! So many acute angles. Right? Crazy. I know I'm batshit. I just can't change who I am...which is a batshit crazy chick...who loves pokemon. Okay, not helping my case here.
But he contacted me! That means something, right? And I don't know why he started talking to me. We have a mutual friend, that's all. I just don't understand. I keep trying to not expect anything, but I keep expecting good things to happen! Why? They don't happen. Not these kinds of good things and not to me! It's usually these kinds of good things: stray cats show up at my door and we keep them; I stop sucking a lot at running; we get Netflix, etc. It's never good love-y stuff. It usually pertains to food or cats. I was JUST accepting the fact that I'll be alone forever and now this! Blerg! What total crap. Furthermore, my girl nads (that's what I'm calling my ovaries) are all, "You're going to die alone and stray dogs will drag your body to an overpass and you'll be misidentified by the media as an anonymous homeless man!" This year already sucks. Stupid 2013.