My friends – hell has frozen over. It’s true what you’ve heard in the media (aka: what my Facebook friends see), I have met someone. Although, I’m hesitant to write about it because I want to protect what I have, but I felt like I was a cheating mistress and not letting my readers know what’s going on. And of course, the first question out of everyone’s lips was, “So, is the Blog over then?” I can confidently say, I will keep writing about my life and the different ridiculous adventures and shenanigans I get myself into. It’ll be like when Beyoncé made that one album about being a heartless, independent bitch, but all the while was happily married to Jay-Z. Did I just compare myself to Beyoncé?
I can already tell the difference in my emotions when writing this blog. God damnit, I’m listening to the Ed Sheeran Pandora station! What happened to me listening to Nicki Minaj talk about her fucking Wayne and Drake while writing?? Who am I?? I guess I’m someone who found someone. I’ll try and give you the condensed version. Long story short, I met “B” while I was visiting family in Ohio for the holidays. It was New Years Eve. We started out at a house party where I was getting smoked out in the basement by people blasting cigs in my face and met some awesome Korean chick who barely spoke a lick of English but kept talking about sucking her husband’s dick. You go girl! We finally left and headed to the local watering hole.
We stood in a circle as I tried to catch up with everyone in the drunk department. Up walks B and introduces himself. I’ll be honest, I wasn’t immediately struck. I was trying to get with this dude who had a giant ass beard and told me he’s an actual lumberjack. SWOON. But, it quickly turned into an episode of Maury when he walked away from me and said his baby mama just showed up at the bar. That was right before midnight, so I ended up pecking my cousin Jessie on the lips at Midnight. I figured, we’re in Ohio, we may as well do the whole in-bred thing. It was right after midnight when I found myself standing next to B again. I forget how we ended up talking, but, we were discussing birthdays and realized we were born on the SAME DAY, SAME YEAR, TWO MINUTES APART. Then, we basically made out the whole night. But, we were inseparable for the next four days while I was in town.
I’ll be honest, long distance is not something I thought I’d even be open to after the great heartbreak of 2010 when two years of long distance went to shit. I’m still extremely hesitant. I can say I’m not ready to put all my eggs in one basket but recently I went to a house party hosted by a dude I hooked up in the past and he was basically throwing himself at me. But, I truly had no desire at all to hook up with him or ruin the time I’ve put into this new, budding… whatever it is. I’m actively turning down sex. I don’t know whether I should be patting myself on my back or snapping myself in the face saying “nothing is ever guaranteed”. I know nothing is guaranteed, but I also know I’ve never felt like this before. Truly. It’s as if we’ve just been really good friends forever. If you read my last previous blogs, you may have read I was getting this wallowing up feeling in my chest when I think about “my time” coming. Well now I feel the wallowing up, but then it drops to my stomach and it feels like I’m on an anti-gravity ride at Six Flags when I think about B and what we could be. In like, a good way.
I’m not sure what the future holds with B. I know writing about this could even possibly jinx what we have. But, fuck it. What’s the point of being happy if you’re too scared to share it with the world? Nothing in life is ever guaranteed. But, All I know is, I’m happy, in love and I never want to get off this ride. Okay, time to go barf from all this cuteness.