The List
I just had to share this picture with you. It is Exhibit A of why my life is ridiculous.This is a comprehensive list of all the boys who have, at one point or another, shown interest in me this summer. As you can see, it's divided up into "Definitely Interested," "Maybe Interested," "No Longer Interested," and boys who "Almost Made a List" (a.k.a. they hit on me/flirted with me/asked for my number, but never did anything beyond that or they've only recently entered the picture and haven't had much time to make a move)
I know. It's unbelievable. I wish I could spread them out over all of you ladies.
To be honest, though, it's never been quite like this before. This summer has seen a lot more admirers than any previous season of my short-lived life.
The ones with stars next to their names are the ones I am most interested in. But which one to pick? And am I really ready for another relationship after having my heart crushed so recently by The Ex?
Anyways, I guess I'll just play it by ear.
Currently, my thoughts on the matter look like this:
The Boy Downstairs is driving to Provo as. we. speak. (That is...he would be if we were speaking. I guess I meant "as. I. write.") At the beginning of the summer, he was the only person I was even remotely interested in. Will we hit it off when I see him again? Or were the sparks I felt before nothing more than the excitement of an approaching summer?
Plus, now I have Ace chatting it up with me...and he is sounding very interested. This is definitely good news, since I would be extremely interested in dating him. He's a great guy and I know (and really like) his family. Unfortunately he lives in Colorado, and I do not. This presents a problem, since I am not about to do the long-distance thing.
Then there's Masimo. And even though I still feel a little weird about leaving "the friend zone" with him, he has definitely impressed me and I've started to consider it. I mean, seriously--this guy is persistent. He's fun, he can dance, (this is important to me.) and charming is truly one of the best words to describe him. Still, I worry that I'd have to force myself to fall in love with him. He's one of my good friends, and I'm not sure if I'm comfortable letting him be more than that.
And then what about all of the other really good guys who have expressed interest in me? If I decide to pick one of my other admirers, I might miss out on someone who I would really be happy with.
Sigh.
I have come to a realization: I dwell too much on hypothetical situations.
Hypothetically speaking,
The Charmer
Edit: Okay, scratch that. The Boy Downstairs is IN PROVO RIGHT NOW. And he just texted me to make sure that I knew.
4 comments:
Haha oh my goodness you'll laugh when I say this, but you are totally reminding of me the Bachelorette or something like that! Ah, so many boys! I wish I could have one of them too ;) I have a friend who, like Masimo, was really good friends with a boy and she wasn't sure she wanted to date him, so she took it slow and now he is her boyfriend and she just thinks he's great and they will probably get married. Its different for everyone..but you never know! :) good luck and send the rest my way when you pick one!!
Holy friggin crap. You're like the Than Hoa Bridge of dating. (American pilots flew 871 sorties in an attempt to take out the bridge. Someone invented laser guided bombs and 14 sorties later, it was destroyed. Where's your dating "laser guided bomb?")
Have you ever read "Rules of Engagement" by Stephanie Fowers? It's a fun read and this post reminded me of that book.
Heidi--I haven't read it, but I will definitely put it on my "To Read" list.
Kailee, I WISH I could send them your way! It's truly ridiculous. I almost feel silly writing about it because I feel like people are going to think, "Oh wow. Your life is SOO hard. You're complaining about having too many guys interested in you." In my defense, though, it's actually pretty stressful.
And Joe...you are the first person who has ever compared my love life to the Vietnam war. Props for thinking of such an obscure analogy.
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