I know I've said it before, but I feel like I need to say it again. What is wrong with me? What was I thinking? Why in the world can't I say no to OBF? Is it his wonderfully luscious eyes, or the fact that when he speaks Spanish to me I swoon? Or is it simply a matter of wanting what you can't have? Regardless of the reason, whenever I get around him my clothes just seem to strip themselves off of their volition. I have no say in the matter, because I lose my mind whenever he gets too close to me.
Case in point - a few weekends ago he came over to hang out. We were going to have a nice day out. Get some lunch, hit up an art museum, check out the Cherry Blossom Festival. I was excited about getting out for the day. I did my hair. I put on make-up. But I made the mistake of letting him into my apartment. He kissed me. Not just any kiss either.....it was a total Hollywood kiss. The kind you see at the end of old movies where the hero has just found the heroine again after being apart for an unmeasurable amount of time and he takes her into his arms, bends her backwards and kisses her as if that is the only thing that will keep him alive.
Cue the love song.
Sigh. I'm sure those would have been fun things to do, except we didn't leave the bedroom until the next day. I know I don't have to tell you that it was incredible. You probably came to your own conclusion as soon as I said we didn't leave the bedroom. After all, why stay locked up with someone for that long if they aren't amazing? Why, indeed.
So there it is again. I am trapped in this OBF cycle that I can't seem to get out of. How do I say no to him? Do I want to say no to him? I have no idea.
But what about APR, you ask? What about APR......he's amazing too. A few weeks ago he had a "surprise week" where he gave me a little surprise each day. One day he took me out for sushi (my favorite, but the one food he can't stand). Another day he took me all the way to Baltimore to see a frog exhibit at the National Aquarium. He spends all this time trying to please me, and every day I find myself liking it more and more. When I am with him, OBF is like a vague memory. I never even think of him. But when I'm not......well, then they are both on my mind.
It's so wrong, I can practically feel the sin tainting my soul. Or maybe I would if I was a more religious person.
My friend "Germany" told me the other day that I was like the Carrie Bradshaw of DC and that I had already found my Mr. Big. First, I'm pretty sure that was meant as a compliment, but do I really want to strive to be as stubbornly single as the Carrie Bradshaw character seems to be? Second, maybe I have found him..................the question is - which one is it?
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