The Goddess Got Away . . . Again

As was detailed in last Friday’s entry, I attended a Braves game on Thursday night during my trip to
Atlanta
. What was not detailed in the entry (primarily because it was completely unbeknownst to me) is that The Goddess also attended the same ballgame.

Yes, you heard me correctly, The Goddess and I were both inside the confines of Turner Field on Thursday night, perhaps, only separated by a few yards, and, yet, we both failed to see one another. At the very least, I failed to see her, and one can only hope that she failed to see me as well. At any rate, this just adds to the increasing amount of evidence that I live the most unfair, tortuous life of anyone on Earth. Surely none of you will try arguing that point.

Now, I realize I’m risking getting approximately 50 notes demanding to know where I procured my information about The Goddess’s Turner Field trip. And I will not say. I would reveal this information, however, the story is rather embarrassing, and does make me out to be a bit of a stalker, a side of me surely none of you would like to see. Also, were I to reveal the medium in which I received the information, it would be possible for each of you to message the Goddess saying “Matt Scott loves you!” which is not exactly conducive to my love being requited, either.

Now, I realize that, in past times, I’ve stated that I have moved on from The Goddess, and, in many ways, I have. Looking at it logically, it is far better that our eyes did not meet inside Turner Field, as it likely would have merely made my heart more vulnerable to the many wounds that unrequited love has brought upon it. Still, one can not help but allow the “what if’s” to permeate through his or her mind.

Not to mention that I have such an irresistibly sexy tomahawk chop . . .

Damn, I feel your pain. I just hate when stuff like that happens.

october rain

July 9, 2005

For those who care, Matty paid for a subscription to LiveJournal so he could use the “search” feature and search for Theatre Chick’s LJ…which he found, and that’s where he procured this information from, so I’m assuming. Stalker. and ryn: If they don’t grow up with the constant influence of the tv, Matthew, I won’t be a “Nazi” mom who won’t allow tv. They just won’t want to watch it as much.

Yeah, I could delete the above if I cared, however, rest assured, none of you are getting the link. No, I don’t trust you. So, there.

irony ~ *sigh* i think you’re right tho ~ playing “what if” just tortures yourself more but we might need a video clip of this irresistable chop pretty soon . . . .

Wow, Matty. That is a very stalker move. Although, all’s fair in love and war, right? Isn’t that how that goes? I wouldn’t say “Matt Scott Loves You!” I would say “Matt loves The Goddess” Cause that’s how old I feel. 🙂 By the way, I think obsessing about her is a good thing. Yes. I do. Obsess away, Matty. And that person who ratted on you…they suck balls.

I feel I should add an addendum to this, just because everyone seems to think it so odd that I searched through LJ and found The Goddess diary. Really, I shelled out a few bucks for a livejournal subscription and, while I had it, used it to find the diary of a person I liked. The only reason I didn’t mention it on here is I didn’t want to be bothered with everyone begging for the link. That’s all

heatherette

July 10, 2005

Really Matt just admit you’re obsessed and get it over with. I’m sure you’ll feel much better.

the magnificent jess

haha i knwo hwo you feel… i’ve stalked quite a few sn’s myself