The boys of summer
In the last five days, I've had three very innocent crushes - first, it was the viviacious and smirky slightly-redheaded manager behind the counter at Wendy's, then it was the adorable guy in line behind me at Old Navy, and then, just last night, I was reminded why my newest television crush continually pulls at my heartstrings when I watched Ted Moseby (Josh Radnor) on How I Met Your Mother. He's just so sweet and genuine, all the while being sarcastic and funny - the character, I mean, as obviously I have no idea what Josh Radnor is like in real life.
When I passed out as a result of exercising my butt off (literally! hehe) to my Pilates dvd, I had a dream that I was hanging out with Ted and Barney (Josh and Neil Patrick Harris) and the rest of the cast of Mother, and I was one of them...and I was being quippy and witty and Ted thought I was hilarious. It was a great feeling.
Then I woke up, as usual, to the five pounds of fluff in toy poodle form who's curled up beside me every morning. Which...isn't all that bad, really.
But I think it might be time for me to start dating again.
Not that I ever really did in the first place, but y'know.
Now I just need to know how to talk to guys. And how to meet guys. And how not to spill things all over myself and be shy and clumsily awkward when around guys.
Argh. God help me (literally!).