Monday, July 27, 2009

Lazy Eye

So, it's been awhile, but I have had the most awesome summer ever and haven't had time to write much on here. I never thought a summer in the States would rival that of Holland, but I have made some awesome friends and done a million things. My breakup with the Boy was a very hard thing to do in May, but it turned out okay. He is making a name for himself in a new city, and I hope to be doing the same soon. I have good and bad days thinking of it, but the last two months have been clouded by another very very nice man.

So, fun new guy, until I can think of something more fitting, has been my friend for a few years now, and in one week where my ex tried to make out with me, I made another man's birthday a very happy one, and I was on my way home for my oldest friend's wedding, fun new guy decides it would be a good idea to drunkenly tell me he likes me and in no uncertain terms wants me. Normally I would have ignored this, but he made it very hard to ignore. When I got home, I told him that despite my better judgment I was willing to try dating him for the summer, but we both had to understand that I was leaving in August. He told me he understood. Ha!

The next day I was practically throwing myself at him, and he did nothing....nothing. I was more than confused. If you have seen the movie Just Friends (and I'm sorry if you have) then you can completely visualize exactly my situation. But he came to his senses and neither of us could have imagined this summer any better. At first Becky was calling what we had "trouble" because it was obvious fun new guy was head over heals, but now she calls it "double trouble" because she's sure we are both way over our heads. I've since met his family, who has told me that now that they've found me, they won't let me go. Everything has been so fast, but so perfect. We get along way too well.

So my story for the day is the simple word "love." I've wanted to say it. I've thought about saying it. I've even felt like I might burst if I don't, but I held back knowing that I was moving and it was probably a bad idea. Am I just infatuated? Can things be this good for real? Are things only this good because I am moving in a month? So I haven't said it. I haven't dared to let myself go that far.

Last night however, I'm not sure what happened. I know I didn't bring myself to say it, but it was late and we were both tired from "adult" activities and I am pretty sure he did. The problem is, we were both fading in and out of the world of sleep and I really can't be sure whether or not it was real or I dreamed it. I feel stupid, and I wish I really could remember, but now I'm afraid to say it myself in case I did dream it and he'll be like, "WTF?" you were just a summer fuck.

I guess we'll see.

And on a completely different note, my asshole friend decided to show me 2 girls 1 cup reaction videos knowing full well that I have more curiosity than any housecat, so of course I had to look up the original video. He will pat for this. He will.