On birthdays and being 24 and boys
So. It's 12:02 am on May 29th, 2009.
I'm awake because I'm sewing. And I've already received a happy birthday phone call. An actual call, not a text, from a bar in Princeton, because that is where he is this weekend, being an alum and doing drunken alum things. And still, a PHONE call. At 12:01.
I really, really like this boy.
And doesn't that just figure? I mean, let's be honest. I've spent what? almost 2 years looking towards Philadelphia and the boy there. And now that I'm leaving Pittsburgh in 12 days, I've found one here.
HERE. IN PITTSBURGH.
I won't lie to you. There is a significant portion of me wondering if the reason I have such strong feelings for him is precisely BECAUSE I am leaving. He know it. I know it. So there is no... pressure. On that same vein, I'm much less excited to move to Philly than I was even a month ago. Read: I don't really care about the boy there anymore... probably because I'm moving there.
Still. What is up with me and having amazing relationships with boys who live in different cities? I mean, even Greg and I were fine until he actually moved to Pgh with me. Then it all went to shit.
But all I know is that here is a boy who i've only known for like 3 months and he called me, from his college reunion, secret society, ivy league tradition to tell me happy birthday. And that really makes me smile.
I'm awake because I'm sewing. And I've already received a happy birthday phone call. An actual call, not a text, from a bar in Princeton, because that is where he is this weekend, being an alum and doing drunken alum things. And still, a PHONE call. At 12:01.
I really, really like this boy.
And doesn't that just figure? I mean, let's be honest. I've spent what? almost 2 years looking towards Philadelphia and the boy there. And now that I'm leaving Pittsburgh in 12 days, I've found one here.
HERE. IN PITTSBURGH.
I won't lie to you. There is a significant portion of me wondering if the reason I have such strong feelings for him is precisely BECAUSE I am leaving. He know it. I know it. So there is no... pressure. On that same vein, I'm much less excited to move to Philly than I was even a month ago. Read: I don't really care about the boy there anymore... probably because I'm moving there.
Still. What is up with me and having amazing relationships with boys who live in different cities? I mean, even Greg and I were fine until he actually moved to Pgh with me. Then it all went to shit.
But all I know is that here is a boy who i've only known for like 3 months and he called me, from his college reunion, secret society, ivy league tradition to tell me happy birthday. And that really makes me smile.