So I have to get this all out and down because it is driving me crazy and I will never be able to do a thing if I don’t. The good news is my favorite genius woman author has done it again with her new book. And now I know why I am the way I am. It’s all my brain’s doing. My brain and its chemicals. So really it is not me. I am completely under the influence. I am only acting in accordance to my brain. And what else can I do but that?
So my brain is making me do that thing where I take turns obsessing over each in turn. For example, I am wondering if Weekend Escapade is going to talk to me again. And if he purposely didn’t ask for my phone number. Yeah he’s on facebook but what does that mean?
Then there’s Current Crush who is actually Flashback From the Past/Missed Opportunity/Very Nearly Everything I Want. The more I talk to him the more I am interested. And everytime he seeks me out I go crazy. But. Again. No asking for the phone number.
What is that? Is it true then? Should I give up on both?
Really I am leaning toward Current Crush. Weekend Escapade is a distraction. A very good and welcome distraction to be sure, but there is always the elusive Crush. And that certainly makes him so interesting.
And then there’s Studious Cutie at work whom I’ve lured in with “the look” and who returned “the look.” And who yesterday gave me the “hey” which I also returned. So that’s going well. (Insert devilish grin here.)
So all of this is a result of my estrogen-overdosing brain.
She (Favorite Genius Woman Author) says my brain daydreams, obsesses, falls in love, imagines, and is introspective. This is all true. Nice to hear it from a professional. But now what? I hope She tells me what to do.
So I am relying on Fate. I am sitting back and waiting. I am going to try very hard to let them do the work. Even though I am dying to message Weekend Escapade, contantly message Current Crush instead of waiting for him, and approach Studious Cutie. (Hey, he’s young. Who knows?) Oh. Almost forgot Taken In Other City Boy who is not really my friend, who has captured my attention via clever statements and who shows attention thanks to a clever blowjob joke I made, but who has a girlfriend. You see, I am either Boy-Crazy or Estrogen-Certifiably Insane.
Oh and there is a huge stack of books I checked out that I should be reading.
