A follow up to my last entry.

[puckhiggins]

Okay. After a long, emotional night of crying, holding back screams, and being just goddamn angry at him, I've calmed down a lot. And in calming down, I've been able to look at things a whole lot clearer. So, in turn, I came up with this conclusion.

I'm giving him three and a half weeks.

Three and a half weeks to show him what he could have with me. I'm going to flirt shamelessly with him. I'm going to stay in shape, dress up and look my best on the days I know I'm going to see him. I'm going to ask to hang out with him a couple more times. I'm hoping we get to make out at least once more. I'm going to be there to listen to him. I'm going to be there to talk with him. I'm going to be alluring. I'm going to be funny. I'm going to be sexy. I'm going to let him see just how utterly wonderful I can be.

But when those three and a half weeks are up, it's gonna be summer. And do you know what summer means? Summer means no stress. Summer means no plans. Summer means that not having time for a serious relationship is not an option. Summer means he's gonna have to make a choice. That choice may be between me and the other girl, or it may be between me and not wanting to just see one girl exclusively. So, yes, maybe his choice is not going to be me and maybe I'm going to get my heart broken. But I'm taking that risk.

All I know is, I have not been as happy as I was this past Saturday for a very long time. And I'm not willing to throw in the towel on this one just yet. So I'm gonna fight. Cause when you find something, or someone, that makes you this happy, that's what you should do. You should fight for it. Maybe I won't reign supreme, but hell, it's better than hiding in my room and crying because I didn't ever try.

I guess we'll have to see where I am in three and a half weeks.