2002-06-06 - 12:36 p.m.
My heart is beating a little faster these past couple of days.
Jaime sent me an e-mail Monday, and we've been writing back and forth all week. Apparently my first impression wasnt as dorky as I thought (...or she likes dorks).
Last night I called her and we talked for 4 hours or so*. Neither of us are "phone people" so I guess that says something. It was nice. We took turns making "confessions" about ourselves. We have a couple few good things in common - movies, a hate of lima beans, a love of thunder storms, bi-polar disorder**, negative self image... You know, the important stuff. Plus she thinks that I'm funny (In what way, I am unsure but hope its a good thing.)
I already had it in my plans to go down to the city for a First Friday (previous adventure) gallery stroll with Tom and Liz, so I asked her to come along. So I'm in that weird stage where I'm thinking about her about 3 billion times a day, her name is constantly repeating in my head, smiling at nothing at all, nervous as hell, freaking out, chewing my fingers off, feeling less paranoid, playing scenarios in my brain, anxious, afraid, trying to find things "wrong" with her, thinking about the things right with her, absently munching on peanuts, skipping meals feeling like I ate a bucket of chocolate, losing the ability to read, contemplating a mix tape, cleaning my apartment, forgetting to put my socks on, oops there goes another heart attack, doodling on post-it notes (a registered trademark of the 3M corporation), and being extra ultra stupid silly.
This can't be good... can it? I have to slow down or I'll get the bends.
-bP
*My poor phone bill (I think she might be slightly out of my "local" calling range even though she only lives 15 minutes away.-)
**joke!
