So, when you suddenly get everything you were hoping for... what do you do next?
Since moving to Chicago.. scratch that... since I was in middle school and started to understand the concept of the American Dream, I have wanted a job I love that pays well and someone wonderful to share my life with. Since working that wretched job in Elmhurst, those two things came more sharply to the forefront and affected most everything I did. Every voyage onto Monster.com became more and more desperate; every night out on the town, I was determined to meet �The One.� I started getting sick to my stomach thinking about having to go to that horrendous job... maybe because the rest of my life was so fun, the job seemed more horrible in comparison. Regardless, I quit with no backup plan. So not like me. I am not a risk taker.
After a month and just before I was considering moving in with mom and dad YET AGAIN, lo and behold, Monster.com, that teasing little whore who I sent hundreds of resumes through, came through for me and hooked me up G-Style with a GREAT job, in fact, everything I was looking for. I am wearing a sweatshirt right now, listening to music I downloaded from LimeWire and drinking a mochachino I purchased in the lobby of my building. So... one down, one to go, right?
The pressure to get a boyfriend was on. I tried not to think of it that way, I mean, these things just sort of fall into your lap when you aren�t looking. At least, that is the way it has always happened to me. I had to kiss a few frogs. I went on hopeless dates. I met men with distinct possibility. It was always intense, intense, intense, then sort of faded... into... oblivion. Then I became ""just a friend" or heaven help me, "just a booty call" or worse "just someone you never called again."
Then, Sean came into my life.
Everything I had been looking for just when I stopped looking. VERY sweet, VERY intelligent, TOTALLY cute (esp. since he cut his hair), and very into me! Imagine! An older man for once (like 6 years) but he has the cutest little baby face. He makes me smile. I have only been seeing him for 2 weeks. 2 WEEKS! We laughed about that in bed last night. It seems like so much longer. I have spent practically everyday with him during that time. He is the kind of guy I want to explore the city with. He is not a sports-crazed, mysoginistic meathead like the men I live with. He is sensitive. He�d rather take a walk then watch TV. He�d rather cuddle then try to take it too fast. He is respectful and says some of the sweetest things I have ever heard. GACK! I just read over these last sentances. Sacchrine-sweet, eh? Gag me!
Screw you, I am happy!
So again, I ask... what do I do now? I think I am going to buy a violin and learn to play, finally. Sorry, I find it difficult to be glib when I am exhausting possibilites.