Four years later...
This is why I don't have a diary...I guess if I can remember to document "important" things in my life, I will. Seeing that it's been four years since my last post, I've come to conclusion that nothing important has happened. And I'm completely ok with that. But now I have something to write, I am fairly certain I met the man I'm going to marry. Now I know my Livejournal is riddled with stories of former crushes and boyfriends but I've never felt like this...that's a lie. I have felt like this before but whilst I was in a relationship, not ever with someone I've known for like three weeks. And after 24 hours of working together, I knew. When all you can see is that one person when you close your eyes, is it because you just spent two 12 hour shifts following him around like a lost puppy/shadow or is it because there's something there, like your sub-conscience knows you just met your soul mate? Being the hopeless romantic/eternal optimistic means I'm picking the latter of the two. Pathetic really. I barely know him but 100% sure that he looks AMAZING in a tux. See people, this is what happens when you get older. You become desperate and illogical. I still have standards, you know, like no axe murdering psychos please. Now apart of me feels like I only feel like this because right now he is the only single male I know that isn't an ex. We seem to get along really well, I mean we work well together so whether it's forced or genuine I don't know. It doesn't feel forced to me though...he has a good head on his shoulders (at least from what I can tell with how little I know about him), he's smart (we both are in the same position and I know I'm hella brilliant...if you're a complete stranger reading this, I'm sure that last phrase just negated itself to you, just trust me), he's furthering his education (that's a stone cold fact, we're both in school again), he makes good money (not that that is a requirement, it's just nice to know the probability of financial issues is slimmer than that of someone who doesn't make enough money to support themselves or better yet, someone who just doesn't have a job. Been there, done that, no thank you), and he makes me laugh (like that's hard but the effort is there). I haven't shared this with anyone other than my older sister and now I'm sharing this with a butt ton of strangers who will never read it and I'm pk with that. It is official. I'm crazy and I'm using a social network to get the most bizarre feeling off my chest. I'm pretty sure this won't be the last time I feel like this but how insane would it be if he turned out to be the last person I ever fall for. Pretty insane. Here's hoping to keeping up with my journal and to having hopefully met my forever guy.