I can’t concentrate. I can’t do homework. I can’t do the things I need to do.
Well, the “right” moment came. I spoke to him. You’ll never guess his age. 26. On October 21st, he’ll be 27. He is 4 years older than me, but I’m fine with that. I’ve been spending lots of time with him. He likes me, I like him a lot.
He’s sweet, caring, adorable, nice, funny, smart & cute. He’s EVERYTHING I ever wanted in a guy. Who knew?! Who would have thought? I keep asking myself, is this really happening?! Could I finally have a boyfriend?!
Oh, don’t worry, I’m ready. No worries. No concerns. I’m fully ready to commit to this guy. He’s special. Already, I could see myself falling for him. It’s so early since we’ve only hung out twice, but already, he’s shown me he’s caring & loving. He’s lovely. He’s adorable.
I can’t help but talk about him. I need to shut myself up. I need to keep quiet. Hush. Shush. Shut the f**** up!
It’s terrible, horrible, disgusting, ridiculous, absurd. Just be quiet for a moment.
I see him every.single.day, which is a perk since he lives 45 minutes away. He’s graduating the same time I am, this December.
The only problem is that when I begin to think about him, I can’t get any work done. Nothing. Nada. I need to do my work. I need to do the things I’m supposed to. I can’t let a guy overrule all my responsibilities. I know he’s probably feeling similar to me. He has to be.
And, so far, he’s just so amazing!