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Gawd I hate being sick. I don't believe it, but the brief 3-day or so sick spell I had a few weeks ago when I caught some bug or another from my roommate's boyfriend (and no, we didn't cheat on Lesley!!) came back and I've been sick for the past half-week. UGH!
With that out of the way... can someone just freakin' smack me?
I met this great guy (yeah yeah, hold the "I've heard this before" :P). Actually he's a little rough around the edges. Okay, he's a lot rough.
Really he just blows away every categoy I have in my "stereotypes of guys" file cabinet.
I mean, this guy is unbelievable. He's, like, 6'5" and built like a football player, for starters. I'm 5'2". Imagine the difference, and then imagine the fact that I can fit into a size 2 Petite sleeveless dress while he's shrugging into an XL football jersey. Hah! It's hilarious. Not only that, but while he looks like the stereotypical beer-guzzling, football-watching, social fraternity party animal... but he's not. Well, he does the football thing... that seems to be a fate no man ever really escapes from.
He writes. Like me. Imagine that. And he is such a fuckin' pessimist that it's almost funny.
We're so different, and yet we're so alike. It's weird. I've never met anyone with both extremes. I mean, I've met people completely different from me, and people that're really similar, or people with some of both... but not people with, like, a lot of both. Does that make any sense at all?
What makes it weird is... I guess we're dating. Normally, that'd probably be a great cause for celebration, but man... I can't ever make anything simple.
I can't help but wonder what if I'm jumping on this guy because he is "some bum who happened to walk my way?" I mean, honestly, my previous record with guys hasn't exactly been rational. My friends already start rolling their eyes every time the line "I met someone" comes up. And I have to admit, I feel pretty damn silly too... I can totally imagine them taking bets to see how long the latest "fad" is going to last.
I guess that's why I haven't really written anything about Jason yet. I wanted to wait to see how we'd pan out. And what's weird is... we're panning out. I mean, we met on Jan. 15th and we're still talking to each other... that's a good sign, right? ;P
Plus I am so wigged out by the fact that after all this agonizing and whatever from the previous months, I finally meet someone I like, and who likes me too. We both agreed that we were treating this seriously. He called up his female "friends" and told them he wasn't "available" anymore, and I made an appointment with a gynecologist to get back on the Pill. I'm not entirely single anymore.
It's weird. It's so totally weird.