So Curly-haired Crush and I are sometimes more like five-year-olds on a playground than college students in a serious relationship.
She came over to my apartment to eat lunch today. We had fried egg sandwiches covered in delicious chili sauce.
Om nom nom. I eat this on everything. Even spaghetti.
And then I started chasing her around the apartment trying to kiss her. And she ran from me. Very first grade.
And when I was about to catch her, my foot caught on the hem of my pants and I fell. Hard.
A few moments later my roommate stuck her head out of her bedroom and informed me the force of my crash had made things fall off of her desk.
My knee is bruised.
I feel like I was much more graceful when I was five.
I found a job!
It’s just as a waitress at a pizza place, but I really don’t need much to live on.
However, me potentially having money means I immediately started looking up the cost of flights to Spain (where Curly-haired Crush currently is).
I found some really cheap flights. Less than 500 dollars cheap.
However, I don’t know if I should give myself false hope.
While I really want to see her, I do still have to do things like pay rent and eat.
Sometimes I wish I didn’t need things like food and shelter. Then I could blow my money on awesome things. Like trips to Spain.
Curly-haired Crush sent me flowers today.
Curly-haired crush is currently in Spain.
She’s that awesome.
She’s so going to get some.
I don’t particularly care for putting labels on relationships.
It just isn’t important to me.
But with Curly-haired crush abroad, and a different interest around, they would be nice.
Socially constructed rules for how you interact with another person seem ridiculous, but they’re kind of nice. They give you guidance on how to behave.
Kind of like that silly rule about always passing food to the right at the dinner table. Seems unnecessary, but it’s awkward when you’re the one who has two dishes meet you at once. It prevents accidents (because I’m clumsy and always drop one of the dishes when in that situation).
It’s shit, but very useful shit.
I want to be at a point where I don’t feel the need for these rules.
Last night was a good night.
Up to a point.
There were two fantastic parties. Lots of dancing.
I talked to curly-haired crush (who happens to be in Spain for the next few months) while drunk.
I had a great time.
And then I threw up.
Fucking Mad Dog 20/20.
Curly-haired crush is in town this weekend.
And we’ve come to realize that we really like each other. Really really really like each other.
In fact, a certain, very significant, word was dropped.
It’s the first time I’ve used in (in a romantic way) and meant it.
It’s a big deal.
And I’m so happy about it.
I also need to find a better nickname than Curly-haired crush.