I feel as if I have gone back in
time.
I've never been the prettiest chick and at one point in time,
I was actually shy. If I was one of the characters in one of those teen movies
I'd be the fat nerdy chick who not so secretly lusts after the captain of the
football/basketball team (I did have a thing for a football player but he
wasn't captain though).
Things have come full circle but in my opinion but maybe,
this is worse. I still live alone. For the most part, I still have no place to
go in Friday or Saturday night. My Sunday morning trips to the movies are still
solo. Yet I have a boyfriend now.
I’m somewhat embarrassed to tell
anyone but it is an Internet boyfriend. It’ll be just my luck if he turns out
to some serial killer or grifter hell bent on destroying some lonely woman’s
life. He’s already hinted that he’d come over here (and by over here I mean we
have a six hour time difference). I worry but I feel safe with that distance
between us.
I know. I’m dumb and seemingly desperate.
I would like that think that I’m not really, how could I be I have such low
expectations I’m not really that hard to please. My
idea of love (romantic or otherwise) is someone thinking of me when I'm not
around. Seriously, I’ve gotten so bitchy in my old age that I have
gotten used to the idea of being the lonely old spinster I REFUSE TO GET A CAT!
I can promise everyone that no cat lady for me!
Wow,
looking back at this it’s like strategic randomness. The point is I’m still the
fat nerdy girl that I was in high school but now I’m made infinitely more
pathetic but the fact that I have a significant other that lives in another
county. That if I told anyone about they would give me the sad eyes and most
likely think I’m making it up. I feel like I should end things with him to make
myself feel better about myself.
Chew
on that fact folks.
