From English Partners to First Dates...
Current Mood:
Starting to talk.
Current Music: I Knew I Loved You- Savage Garden (Shut up.)
"The best is yet to come..."
So, I met someone new.
His name is Colby.
We met at Lakeland, technically like three weeks ago, but I didn't REALLY notice him until Thursday night. We partnered up in English class...
And when I started this (or got the idea to post it) I really felt like writing about it, but now I'm just kind of sitting here and... I think I crashed. I spent too much time thinking of He Who Shall Not be Named. Not in a good way, but thinking about him at all is poisonous, and I haven't been all night, but all night I've been buzzing around thinking and talking about Colby, and... talking him up, spreading it around KFC so that everyone will be talking about the guy I'm going out with, how great he is, how much I like him...
...And while there is a part of me that wants to do this so it will get back to Mike and I will feel satisfaction (and he will feel jealous and see that I got scooped up realy quick, and maybe he shouldn't have let me go--whoops, too late now, stupid! Should have appreciated me while you were in my heart and I was in your bed), that's not all it is. (The other day Mike said to me, "If you weren't such a bitch maybe guys would like you.")
But that's not it.
I'm not using Colby. I like him. We got along really well, and I looked all crappy with frizzy hair, loose jeans and a big baggy sweater...
And still he looked me up on MySpace and sent me a friend request, then went on to talk to me via commenting for about two hours or so, then when he had to go he asked me out. To a movie, which is great.
And I do like him, I really do. If I didn't, I wouldn't be so excited about going out with him, because I wasn't excited about Rob.
So now I think I'm just going to message Colby back and then go to bed, because maybe I'm just tired.