So I just got an IM from a friend that was about 6 hours old. Meaning that whilst I was being a good girl and exercising at the Y, I was being paged by a guy who makes my liver turn over. And no guarantees when it might happen again. Joy. I mean, I can call him myself and we can talk, but I still find myself wondering if I'm bugging him or not, or even what he might be thinking.
Trouble is, I'm not so sure it would be such a great idea to *ask* him what he's thinking! Dammit, this is why I don't go out with chicks!
I can't say that I love him or anything, but anytime I think about talking to him, I just get this swimmy feeling in the pit of my stomach. My hands shake and I can't breathe and it's just really stupid. And on top of all that, Michael has figured out that I might be interested in something/-one other than him, so of course he's all interested in me again! And I am finding myself increasingly bored with him. We have the same conversations over and over again, and it just isn't tripping my trigger anymore. I dunno, maybe if he were more educated and had fewer emotional hangups I'd be more inclined to try with him. Oh well. Will write more later, I guess.
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