Explanation for last entry
K, I've liked this guy for quite some time, though I never really noticed it until now, b/c I've been seeing so much of him lately. So, everytime we hang out, I'm trying to get to that date place, where you really like each other and then you start dating. And, everytime we hang out, all these girls come up to me and are like" Oh my god, hook me up with Travis." And, I'm like, people, I liked him first. True, he is cute and he has nice style: HOWEVER, more so, he's funny and intelligent and fun to be around and makes me laugh and I want to know more about him and I want him to eventually grab for my hand and have it be okay. I don't care for that "hottie" stamp of approval and I'm so pissed off that everyone, despite my being like, I like him, are all "Gabby do all this work so that we know things about him, and then share with us." Um, no thanks 'apparent' friends....gross. Plus, um, he and I did a project together...we've talked, we've lived..... and I am completely infatuated..but in a good way. I think this type of thing is called "being in like with someone." B/c I do..I totally like him and wish everyone would back off---
dear god, I'm becoming territorial. What's happened to me? Where did my independence go? Guess it all eventually evens out; balance of the universe. Speaking of balance (and personal victories) my friend tried to date the asshole that used me to cheat on his girlfriend early this summer, and he completely rejected her. She thought that I just wasn't the type of girl he would go for, when all along he's just an asshole. Yea, that felt good...in a bad sort of way. I'm sorry she got hurt, but I can't say I didn't warn her. But, yea, to end on a better note. Travis opened the door for me today, he came and had coffee with me when he was supposed to be in class, and he has the most fantastic blue eyes I have ever seen.....if this is a taunt by the universe, my heart will forever be unmendable.....please, please, let him finish the face...
Oh, lastly: I've had this recurring dream of a faceless man that I assume is supposed to be my 'one and only. The 2 dreams are as follow: one, we're at a fountain in Italy (or similar place, not really sure, but in my dream I kept thinking about Italy) and we're on vacation. It's him , myself and our super young daughter. We're just haning out at the fountain, taking pictures, feeding birds, and splashing some water about, then there's this moment of flashback to a time when it was just he and myself. This time it's at night and he's holding me, and I look up to see his face, and all I can make out is his chin, jawline and stubble; that's it. Second dream...kinda sad: he's waiting for me at the end of the aisle in a church on our wedding day. but, I'm not being given away; instead I'm holding a photo of my day and walking myself down the aisle. It was the worst feeling ever. So, that's what I mean when I talk about finishing the face. He's somewhere...but, I just don't know where...
dear god, I'm becoming territorial. What's happened to me? Where did my independence go? Guess it all eventually evens out; balance of the universe. Speaking of balance (and personal victories) my friend tried to date the asshole that used me to cheat on his girlfriend early this summer, and he completely rejected her. She thought that I just wasn't the type of girl he would go for, when all along he's just an asshole. Yea, that felt good...in a bad sort of way. I'm sorry she got hurt, but I can't say I didn't warn her. But, yea, to end on a better note. Travis opened the door for me today, he came and had coffee with me when he was supposed to be in class, and he has the most fantastic blue eyes I have ever seen.....if this is a taunt by the universe, my heart will forever be unmendable.....please, please, let him finish the face...
Oh, lastly: I've had this recurring dream of a faceless man that I assume is supposed to be my 'one and only. The 2 dreams are as follow: one, we're at a fountain in Italy (or similar place, not really sure, but in my dream I kept thinking about Italy) and we're on vacation. It's him , myself and our super young daughter. We're just haning out at the fountain, taking pictures, feeding birds, and splashing some water about, then there's this moment of flashback to a time when it was just he and myself. This time it's at night and he's holding me, and I look up to see his face, and all I can make out is his chin, jawline and stubble; that's it. Second dream...kinda sad: he's waiting for me at the end of the aisle in a church on our wedding day. but, I'm not being given away; instead I'm holding a photo of my day and walking myself down the aisle. It was the worst feeling ever. So, that's what I mean when I talk about finishing the face. He's somewhere...but, I just don't know where...