Am I working?
Nope.
Am I pretty much continuously looking at my phone waiting for it to *ding* and tell me I have a new text message?
Yup.
And who, pray tell, could I be waiting to hear from via phone or otherwise that would have me unable to concentrate while I should be working?
A positively adorable boy of course.
And how many moons has it been since I have blogged about a boy?
Well its been awhile. Because, really? We shouldn't count The Biter.
So let me tell you a little bit about a boy who looked me up on Plenty Of Fish and sent me an email about how chics with red hair who believe in karma are awesome. (And we are awesome by the way, in case you were wondering...) We will be calling this boy The Pilot. Because he is and because it is rare that someone wanders onto the list of characters in my life with a name already and who am I to be all looking a gift horse in the mouth.
What the hell does that mean anyway?
I've never understood that saying.
Those of you who have known me for a long time have heard me joke about how the only person I could ever sustain a lasting relationship with would have to be a pilot. For no other reason than that I have such a hectic schedule, I would need someone who was out of town 75% of the time to tolerate it. And who would be grateful that I, in return, could deal with their schedule being insane too.
But it was always just me joking. I don't hang out at airports winking at the dudes wearing the wings or anything.
I don't.
No, really.
Anyway, so I get this little email from The Pilot and it is cute and not psycho at all, so I write him back. This was probably a few weeks ago now. And we've been having some decent emails that have graduated into some semi-indecent text messages and a singular phone call when both of us were miraculously available.
To make sure I hadn't lost my mind, I sent some of the emails to my Girls, who have told me that I am totally within my wits and that Pilot boy is absolutely adorable and that we need to meet him.
And so we are planning to. As soon as next weekend, schedules permitting.
And I have to tell you few and loyal readers that I am actually pretty excited about it. For the first time, in a very very long time, I am talking to a boy who I could actually fathom dating. Hurry! Run out and buy some lottery tickets ;)
I'll keep ya'll updated of course.
Labels: Being a Chic, Dating, my crazy life, My pathetic excuse for a love life, The Universe
