Rich, Texas and all things golden
so i am going to meet rich finally.
the elusive 'pierre-blair'.
- - hrm... i am scared actually.
where is it that i met rich anyway? 3-4 years ago i think he saw my profile on some website out there and we kinda just hit it off. gave him my phone number which i would never do. and been online friends ever since. online friends - and now i am flying over 1000 miles to texas to meet him. scary shit.
no turning back. bought the tickets. i even have my seats. i managed to get the same exact seat for 3 flights - 21F. except the last leg into ft laud where i want to sit on the left side of the plane. i always sit on the right. ha - "always" - more like the only time i have flown has been on the right.
i am nervous. nervous that he will be like 'what was i thinking telling this guy to come here'. scared that i wont know what to say to him once i *DO* meet him. scared he will think i am ugly. scared i will be boring and awkward.
we are all mutual that we are just great friends and that it will stay that way. still i feel i have a connection with rich. not sure what it is - maybe its just that i care so much about him.
we have had a couple bumps in the road which i think is the best part of it all. shows that we can get angry at each other and give it time to cool off and that we are actually such good friends that we always stay in touch. such good friends that sept 8th at about 2-3pm i will be in his presence. i never thought i would actually see rich. we always talked about it and said its something we have to do but it was just talk. and now talk is reality. i guess talk isn’t cheap after all!
we are going to see a jack mannequin show when i am over there. i only ever heard like 4 songs of one of their albums and now(as i write actually) am force feeding this music to myself again haha.
i know its going to be really hard to leave. rich sits in a realm of my mind that is foreign to me. i fucking love that kid. (and just the way i wrote that says the context of love). but i do love him. and worry about him. and its like the distant part of my life that i always saw as something that is going to remain distant(or non existent) is going to be eating breakfast with me. how fucking crazy is that!!
wow. well i am anxious, excited, nervous, scared, happy - every emotion out there...
33 days to go.
its closing time at coffee-time aka the better alternative to starbucks. gotta jet!
the elusive 'pierre-blair'.
- - hrm... i am scared actually.
where is it that i met rich anyway? 3-4 years ago i think he saw my profile on some website out there and we kinda just hit it off. gave him my phone number which i would never do. and been online friends ever since. online friends - and now i am flying over 1000 miles to texas to meet him. scary shit.
no turning back. bought the tickets. i even have my seats. i managed to get the same exact seat for 3 flights - 21F. except the last leg into ft laud where i want to sit on the left side of the plane. i always sit on the right. ha - "always" - more like the only time i have flown has been on the right.
i am nervous. nervous that he will be like 'what was i thinking telling this guy to come here'. scared that i wont know what to say to him once i *DO* meet him. scared he will think i am ugly. scared i will be boring and awkward.
we are all mutual that we are just great friends and that it will stay that way. still i feel i have a connection with rich. not sure what it is - maybe its just that i care so much about him.
we have had a couple bumps in the road which i think is the best part of it all. shows that we can get angry at each other and give it time to cool off and that we are actually such good friends that we always stay in touch. such good friends that sept 8th at about 2-3pm i will be in his presence. i never thought i would actually see rich. we always talked about it and said its something we have to do but it was just talk. and now talk is reality. i guess talk isn’t cheap after all!
we are going to see a jack mannequin show when i am over there. i only ever heard like 4 songs of one of their albums and now(as i write actually) am force feeding this music to myself again haha.
i know its going to be really hard to leave. rich sits in a realm of my mind that is foreign to me. i fucking love that kid. (and just the way i wrote that says the context of love). but i do love him. and worry about him. and its like the distant part of my life that i always saw as something that is going to remain distant(or non existent) is going to be eating breakfast with me. how fucking crazy is that!!
wow. well i am anxious, excited, nervous, scared, happy - every emotion out there...
33 days to go.
its closing time at coffee-time aka the better alternative to starbucks. gotta jet!