But I figured I was allowed a slice of pizza to go with my psychotic emotional girl crap. Let me preface this by telling you that I am in love with James Morrison. I have the kind of love for him that I have for my beloved MB20. And if you know me, you know that is true and lasting love.
I have been listening to him for several weeks now and pretty much know all of the words to all of his songs and want to marry him and have little bluesy, British children that play instruments and sing about love and pain.
That being said, I've had songs with lyrics like this in them:
you make it real for me
and I'm running to you baby
you are the only one who saves me
that's why I've been missing you lately
cause you make it real for me
Under the stars
At the edge of the sea
There's no one around
No one but you and me
We'd talk for hours
As time drifts away
I could stay here forver
And hold you this way
Coz you are all that I need
For you, I give my soul to keep
You see me, love me
Just the way I am
For you I am a better man
I said you are the reason
For everything I do
I'd be lost, so lost without you
And seeing as how I've been in Fantasy Land since Saturday night, day dreaming about the possibility of... well possibilities. This music only furthered my imagination and stupid girly romance thoughts.
And now, I think I need to change cds.
After over analyzing, obsessing, relentlessly emailing my friends and watching my phone like a hawk since Sunday, I finally bit the bullet and texted Dimples. He had found a blog I wrote using my real name and learned about the girls on Monday and then revisited the same blog on Tuesday but hadn't contacted me.
I had conflicting advice from Lola and SnowElf, one saying "DON'T YOU DARE CONTACT HIM!!!" and then other saying, "Do it, I can't believe you waited so long any way..."
So, this morning at 7am, I sent him a text that simply said, "I can't stop thinking about you."
He's text savvy.
He has a freakin' iPhone.
I half expected an immediate response.
I didn't get one.
Which led to a ridiculous amount of emailing back and forth between me and a bunch of you. But the person who put it the best, and my lone male emailer, was DB who said:
In fact, in guy world, he should have texted back by now, unless he's super busy, doesn't have texting on his phone, or is completely ignorant to dating in the web 2.0 world. Although, on that last one, prob not, he did google you after all.
Advice from your dude friend; if he doesn't call or text by tomorrow drop him and enjoy the memory. Especially since you've sent him a text. The ball is in his court now.
So, I've decided that if I don't hear back from him by tonight, I will just delete his number and drop it.
And delete his number.
And not call.
And delete his number.
And not text.
But mostly, delete his number.
So that's where we are.
If we don't hear from him tonight, he is deleted.
And I am going to try and get my head back on straight and get back to focusing on all of the stuff I should have been focusing on this entire week.
Like not eating pizza.
Labels: Lola, my crazy life, My pathetic excuse for a love life, SnowElf
