Father’s Name

I’m currently slightly making myself sick.  I met a boy online, a week ago.  Or something like that.  I met him Wednesday.  I’m head over heels for him, which is so utterly bizarre for me.  It always takes me so long to like someone sincerely.  Every time I think about him I get a little sick to my stomach.  In a good way. 

He’s shy<br>He’s affectionate<br>He likes cuddling<br>He’s independent<br>he’s smart<br>he’s cute<br>He’s nice<br>He drives a stick shift<br>he listens to hardrock<br>he doesn’t dress like a retard<br>his smile lights up his whole face<br>He’s complimentary<br>he’s quiet<br>he’s sarcastic<br>he’s funny<br>he plays videogames<br>He has a piercing<br>he shows pictures of me to his dad<br>he’s older than I am by 356 days<br>he’s not allergic to cats<br>he’s very solid<br>he spells "um" as "uhm"<br>he sleeps with a pillow at night<br>he likes smart women

I dunno.  Just something about him.  It’s freaking me out.  But it’s nice.  He was supposed to come over tonight, which we decided randomly during the course of a text message bout while I was at work, but it was pouring, and it’s a rather long drive, so that’s clearly not going to happen. Well, he’s home now, so that clearly didn’t happen.  I said clearly a lot, clearly.

I’m rambling.  C’est moi.