Be careful what you wish for.

It was a few weeks ago.  I was feeling lonely.  I was feeling sorry for myself.  I was dreaming of the way that I wished my life would be.  I was hoping and praying for a boy to call my own.  I wanted someone to take care of me.  I wanted someone to watch TV and movies with, to cook dinner, play cards.  Someone I could hang out with.  And so here I sit, two weeks later, feeling smothered.  I found a boy.  He's a nice boy.  He's real sweet, a good kisser.  He made me dinner.  And he won't go away!

Maybe I am being irrational.  I don't know how I went from completely alone to picking out a china pattern in a week!  I'm not in love.  I have feelings.  I don't know what they are.  This boy is CRAZY for me.  Or maybe he's just crazy.  He's calling, texting, he calls me "baby".  I heard him refer to me as "his girl" more than once in a conversation today.  I'm not his girl.  I don't even know how it escalated to this point.  I'm hoping that when I let him down, it's easy.  Have you seen the Pepe La Peaux cartoons where Pepe is chasing his girl and she's running away and clawing and scratching and trying to get away.  That's how I feel.  Oy.

It's a difficult place to be.  I want to keep this boy around.  Ike likes him.  I like him.  He's a nice guy.  But I don't want to be so serious.  And if we're in the place he thinks we are.  I'm pretty sure I already cheated on him!  :-/