Okay, for the record, Hockey is not out of my head. He won’t be out for a long time, and if he called me right this minute or at 4:30 in the morning, I’d be freakin’ ecstatic. As Pretty pointed out tonight, though, what kind of a relationship can you build on that kind of foundation? I know she’s right, but he was…. GAH! He was taken, and that’s all that matters.
So I posted my ad at Craiglist. We have about ten responses, but a few frontrunners. In the lead, we have BigBlock. He has cars. Lots of them. He’s also got an education and a good job, and knows what the hell an electric motor is. He can spell, and writes interesting anecdotes in his emails. I like him. He’s my age. Today, he sent me pictures of his cars. lol. Such a typical boy. I sent him back a pic of me. The old one on the bench, but it’s the most reflective of my current hair. lol. Negative: he smokes.
Next we have Headshot. He sent me… let me check… 65 emails today. Yes, 65. Apparently we have a high school in common. But there are some questions about exactly who or what he is, so I asked them. I raised questions about every flag I saw. So, we’ll see what he says. He’s very witty, seems to be very intelligent. But I’m not sure about him quite yet.
Then there was the guy who said, “I seen The Invincibles”. I can no longer correspond with him. It hurts my head too much.
There was the guy who said he was both fit and attractive. I’m sorry, you know, I’m not a snob (I mean, look at me! lol), but he was neither.
There was the 39-year old who asked me what I wanted out of life in our last email exchange last night. I told him this morning that what you want changes as you age, and I wasn’t sure, besides happiness. Haven’t heard from him since. *shrug*
Pretty and I had coffee tonight and exchanged gossip while taunting Johnny via text message. I’d share her news here, but really, she knows how I feel, and what I think. Sometimes, people have to make their own decisions, period. But duuuude, people are totally rooting for you to make the RIGHT choice. 
And that’s that. I should check on Dad and his webcam. My upstairsian is walking around in his shoes again. He woke me up this morning. Check that – the guy with the loud car who I thought was moving out woke me up this morning. Upstairsian kept me awake. Fuckers. They’re all fuckers. I need to move. Anyone have anywhere I can go? Painting party? C’mon……
